As to the visions of my head on my bed, I was looking, and, behold, a tree was in the midst of the earth. And its height was great.
You planted them; yea, they take root, they go on, they even make fruit. You are near in their mouth, and far from their kidneys.
I saw a dream, and it terrified me, and the thoughts on my bed and visions of my head troubled me.
And I heard a certain holy one speaking, and another holy one said to that one who spoke, Until when is the vision, the continual sacrifice and the desolating transgression, to give both the sanctuary and the host to be trampled?