In the year King Uzziah died, I had a vision of the Lord sitting on a throne, exalted and high; and the hem of his garment filled the temple.
Above all this the Seraphs were in attendance: each one had six wings: with two they covered their faces, with two they covered their bodies, and with two they flew. And they called out to one another, saying, “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts; all of the earth is filled with his glory.”
The door posts shook at voices of those who called, and the temple filled with smoke. And I said: “Woe is me! I am undone, because I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips, and yet my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts!
Then one of the Seraphs flew to me, with a burning coal in his hand which he had taken from the altar with tongs. He touched it against my mouth and said, “Behold, this has touched your lips, your iniquity has been removed and your sin forgiven.
Then I heard the voice of the Lord say, “Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?” And I said, “ I am here, send me.”
And the Lord declared, “Go and tell this people: ‘Listen diligently, but do not understand; look and see, but do not perceive.’ Dull the hearts and minds of this people, stop up their ears, and shut their eyes; lest they see with their eyes and hear with their ears and discern with their hearts, and return and be made whole.”
Then I asked, “How long, O Lord?” And he replied, “Until the cities are desolate and without inhabitants, and the houses are empty of people, and the earth lays in utter waste. Until the Lord has driven every person away, and the land itself lies forsaken.
A Far Country 