1 In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord sitting on a throne, high and lifted up, and the train of His robe filled the temple.
“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts;
The whole earth is full of His glory!”
“Woe is me, for I am [a]undone!
Because I am a man of unclean lips,
And I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips;
For my eyes have seen the King,
The Lord of hosts.”
“Behold, this has touched your lips;
Your iniquity is taken away,
And your sin [b]purged.”
“Whom shall I send,
And who will go for Us?”
Then I said, “Here am I! Send me.”
‘Keep on hearing, but do not understand;
Keep on seeing, but do not perceive.’
And their ears heavy,
And shut their eyes;
Lest they see with their eyes,
And hear with their ears,
And understand with their heart,
And return and be healed.”
And He answered:
“Until the cities are laid waste and without inhabitant,
The houses are without a man,
The land is utterly desolate,
And the forsaken places are many in the midst of the land.
And will return and be for consuming,
As a terebinth tree or as an oak,
Whose stump remains when it is cut down.
So the holy seed shall be its stump.”