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The foundations of the thresholds shook at the voice of the one who called, and the temple was filled with smoke.

Then I said, “I am doomed![a] I am ruined, because I am a man with unclean lips, and I dwell among a people with unclean lips, and because my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of Armies!”

Then one of the seraphim flew to me, carrying a glowing coal in his hand, which he had taken from the altar with tongs.

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 6:5 Or woe is me