Yea; have ye never read, Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings thou hast perfected praise?

It is written, My house shall be called the house of prayer; but ye have made it a den of thieves.

Let no fruit grow on thee henceforward for ever.

Go into the village over against you, and straightway ye shall find an ass tied, and a colt with her: loose them, and bring them unto me. And if any man say ou…