Isaiah 66:1-6 Thus saith the Lord, The heaven is my throne, and the earth, my footstool: what sort of an house will you build for me? And of what sort shall be the place of my rest?

Thomson⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ Thus saith the Lord, The heaven is my throne, and the earth, my footstool: what sort of an house will you build for me? And of what sort shall be the place of my rest? ² For all these things my hand hath made: and all these things are mine saith the Lord. Upon whom therefore will I look down, but upon him only who is humble and quiet, and who trembleth at my words? ³ As for the wicked man, who sacrificeth to me a young bull: he is one who slayeth a dog: and though he offereth me fine flour: it will be as the blood of swine. Though he offereth incense for a memorial, he is as a blasphemer. As they have chosen their own ways: and their soul hath delighted in their abominations: ⁴ I also will chuse their delusions, and pay them back their sins. Because I called them and they did not answer; I spake, but they did not listen:;but did that which is evil in my sight, and chose the things in which I did not delight; ⁵ hear the decisions of the Lord; ye who tremble at his word, say, "O our brethren; [to them who hate you and are abominable, that the name of the Lord may be glorified and appear to their joy, when they shall be ashamed] ⁶ a sound of screaming from the city! a sound from the temple! the voice of the Lord rendering a recompense to his adversaries!