Isaiah

¹Thus saith the Lord; The heaven is my throne, and the earth is my footstool: what manner of house will ye build unto me? and what place shall be my rest? ²For all these things hath mine hand made, and so all these things came to be, saith the Lord: but to this man will I look, even to him that is poor and of a contrite spirit, and that trembleth at my word. ³He that killeth an ox is as he that slayeth a man; he that sacrificeth a lamb, as he that breaketh a dog's neck; he that offereth an oblation, as he that offereth swine's blood; he that burneth frankincense, as he that blesseth an idol: yea, they have chosen their own ways, and their soul delighteth in their abominations; ⁴I also will choose their delusions, and will bring their fears upon them; because when I called, none did answer; when I spake, they did not hear: but they did that which was evil in mine eyes, and chose that wherein I delighted not. ⁵Hear the word of the Lord, ye that tremble at his word: Your brethren that hate you, that cast you out for my name's sake, have said, Let the Lord be glorified, that we may see your joy; but they shall be ashamed. ⁶A voice of tumult from the city, a voice from the temple, a voice of the Lord that rendereth recompence to his enemies. ⁷Before she travailed, she brought forth; before her pain came, she was delivered of a man child.