Then 1 one who appeared to be a human being 2 was touching my lips. I opened my mouth and started to speak, saying to the one who was standing before me, “Sir, 3 due to the vision, anxiety has gripped me and I have no strength.
They will not pour out drink offerings of wine to the Lord; they will not please him with their sacrifices. Their sacrifices will be like bread eaten while in mourning; all those who eat them will make themselves ritually unclean. For their bread will be only to satisfy their appetite; it will not come into the temple of the Lord.
Even though he flourishes like a reed plant, 1 a scorching east wind will come, a wind from the Lord rising up from the desert. As a result, his spring will dry up; 2 his well will become dry. That wind 3 will spoil all his delightful foods in the containers in his storehouse.
I listened and my stomach churned; 1 the sound made my lips quiver. My frame went limp, as if my bones were decaying, 2 and I shook as I tried to walk. 3 I long 4 for the day of distress to come upon 5 the people who attack us.
He is like a man 1 building a house, who dug down deep, 2 and laid the foundation on bedrock. When 3 a flood came, the river 4 burst against that house but 5 could not shake it, because it had been well built. 6