Thou didst plant them, yea they took root, They have gone on yea they have borne fruit,—Near, art thou, in their mouth, But far off from their affections,
Then heard I a certain holy one, speaking,—and another holy one said to that certain holy one who was speaking—How long is the vision of the continual ascending-sacrifice as taken away, and the transgression which astoundeth, for both sanctuary and host to be given over to be trampled underfoot?