Add parallel Print Page Options

And the posts of the door moved at the voice of him who cried. And the house was filled with smoke.

Then I said, “Woe is me! For I am undone, because I am a man of polluted lips! And I dwell in the midst of a people of polluted lips! For my eyes have seen the King, LORD of Hosts.”

Then one of the seraphims flew to me with a hot coal in his hand, which he had taken from the Altar with the Tongs:

Read full chapter