Verse 1
Where were the venerable men,
The eloquent Tertullus where?
Could Jews their bitter wrath refrain?
Or did their consciences declare
That Pagans were more just than them
And would not, without proof, condemn?
Verse 2
While God their baffled rage averts,
They counteract their own design,
Spite of their own malicious hearts,
In Paul’s defence the zealots join,
Absent, they on his side appear,
And silent, his uprightness clear.