1 Thus says Yahweh, heaven is my throne, and the earth is my footstool: what manner of house will you build to me? and what place shall be my rest?
2 For all these things has my hand made, and so all these things came to be, says Yahweh: but to this man will I look, even to him who is poor and of a contrite spirit, and who trembles at my word.
3 He who kills an ox is as he who kills a man; he who sacrifices a lamb, as he who breaks a dog’s neck; he who offers an offering, as he who offers pig’s blood; he who burns frankincense, as he who blesses an idol. Yes, 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 on them; because when I called, none did answer; when I spoke, they did not hear: but they did that which was evil in my eyes, and chose that in which I didn’t delight.
5 Hear the word of Yahweh, you who tremble at his word: Your brothers who hate you, who cast you out for my name’s sake, have said, Let Yahweh be glorified, that we may see your joy; but it is those who shall be disappointed.
6 A voice of tumult from the city, a voice from the temple, a voice of Yahweh that renders recompense to his enemies.