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The voices of those who called out shook the thresholds, and the temple was filled with smoke. Then I said,

“Woe is me! I am doomed.
    For I am a man of unclean lips,
and I live among a people of unclean lips,
    yet my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts.”

Then one of the seraphim flew to me, holding in his hand a burning coal that he had removed from the altar with a pair of tongs.

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