47. But Solomon built him a house.
48. Yet the most High dwelleth not in houses made by hands, as the prophet saith:
49. Heaven is my throne, and the earth my footstool. What house will you build me? saith the Lord; or what is the place of my resting?
50. Hath not my hand made all these things?
51. You stiffnecked and uncircumcised in heart and ears, you always resist the Holy Ghost: as your fathers did, so do you also.