Isaiah

6 In the year that King Uzziah died I saw My Lord sitting upon a throne high and lifted up, and his skirts did fill the temple.

2 Seraphim were standing above him; six wings severally had each one,—With twain he covered his face And with twain he covered his feet And with twain he did fly.

3 And they continued crying out one to another and said, Holy—holy—holy is Yahweh of hosts,—The fulness of the whole earth is his glory.

4 And the foundations of the porch were moved at the voice of him that cried,—and the house was filled with smoke.

5 Then said I—Woe to me!—for I am undone Because a man of unclean lips am I, And in the midst of a people of unclean lips do I dwell,—For the King Yahweh of hosts have mine eyes seen!

6 Then flew unto me one of the seraphim, And in his hand a live coal,—With tongs had he taken it from off the altar.

7 Then touched he my mouth, and said—Lo! this hath touched thy lips,—Thus shall be taken away thine iniquity, And thy sin by propitiation be covered.

8 Then heard I the voice of My Lord saying, Whom shall I send? And who will go for us? And I said—Here am I—send me.

9 Then said he—Go and say unto this people,—Hear on but do not discern, See on but do not perceive:

10 Stupefy thou the heart of this people, And their ears make thou heavy And their eyes overspread,—Lest they see with their eyes And with their ears should hear, And their heart should discern and come back And they be healed.

11 Then said I—How long, My Lord? And he said—Until the time that Cities be wasted through having no inhabitant And houses—through having no men, And the ground be laid waste unto desolation;

12 And Yahweh have far removed men,—And great be the abandonment in the midst of the land.

13 Yet still shall there be in it a tenth, Though it again be consumed,—Like an oak and like a terebinth Which when felled have a stock in them, A holy seed shall be the stock thereof.