Isaiah 6:1–8

¹In the year of the death of king Uzziah—I see the Lord, sitting on a throne, high and lifted up, and His train is filling the temple. ²Seraphs are standing above it: six wings hath each one; with two each covereth its face, and with two each covereth its feet, and with two each flieth. ³And this one hath called unto that, and hath said: ‘Holy, Holy, Holy, is Jehovah of Hosts, The fulness of all the earth is His glory.’ ⁴And the posts of the thresholds are moved by the voice of him who is calling, and the house is full of smoke.

⁵And I say, ‘Woe to me, for I have been silent, For a man—unclean of lips am I, And in midst of a people unclean of lips I am dwelling, Because the King, Jehovah of Hosts, have my eyes seen.’ ⁶And flee unto me doth one of the seraphs, and in his hand a burning coal, (with tongs he hath taken it from off the altar,) ⁷and he striketh against my mouth, and saith: ‘Lo, this hath stricken against thy lips, And turned aside is thine iniquity, And thy sin is covered.’ ⁸And I hear the voice of the Lord, saying: ‘Whom do I send? and who doth go for Us?’ And I say, ‘Here am I, send me.’