³ And they cried the one to the tother, and said, Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God of hosts; all [the] earth is full of his glory.

⁴ And the lintels above of the hinges were moved together of the voice of the crier, and the house (of the Lord) was filled with smoke. (And the lintels above the hinges were shaken by the voices of the criers, and the Temple was filled with smoke.)

⁵ And I said, Woe to me, for I was still; for I am a man defouled in lips, and I dwell in the midst of the people having defouled lips, and I saw with mine eyes the King, (the) Lord of hosts. (And I said, Woe to me, for I am lost; for I am a man who hath defiled lips, and I live in the midst of a people who have defiled lips, and yet I saw with my own eyes the King, the Lord of hosts.)