1 Thus saith the Lord, The heaven is my throne, and the earth is my footstool: where shall remain this house that ye built unto me? and where shall remain this place of my rest?
2 For all these things my hand has made, by my hand has these things been, said the Lord; but to this man will I look, even to him that is poor and of a contrite spirit and trembles at my word.
3 He that kills an ox is as if he slew a man; he that sacrifices a lamb as if he cut off a dog’s neck; he that offers an oblation as if he offered swine’s blood; he that burns incense as if he blessed iniquity. They have chosen their own ways, and their soul delights in their abominations.
4 I also will choose their delusions and will bring their fears upon them because I called, and no one answered; I spoke, and they did not hear: but they did evil before my eyes and chose that which displeased me.
5 Hear the word of the Lord, ye that tremble at his word; Your brethren that hate you, that deny you for my name’s sake, said, Let the Lord be glorified; but he shall appear to your joy, and they shall be ashamed.
6 A voice of noise from the city, a voice of the temple, a voice of the Lord that renders recompense to his enemies.
7 Before she travailed, she brought forth; before her pain came, she was delivered of a man child.