Rotherham(i) 1 In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw My Lord, sitting upon a throne high and lifted up, and, his skirts, did fill the temple, 2 Seraphim, were standing above him; six wings severally, had each one,—With twain, he covered his face And with twain, he covered his feet And with twain, he did fly. 3 And they continued crying out one to another, and said, Holy—holy—holy, is Yahweh of hosts,—the fulness of the whole earth, is his glory. 4 And the foundations of the porch, were moved at the voice of him that cried,—and the house, was filled with smoke. 5 Then said I—Woe to me!—for I am undone, Because a man of unclean lips, am, I, And in the midst of a people of unclean lips, do I dwell,—For the King. Yahweh of hosts, have mine eyes seen! 6 Then flew unto me one of the seraphim, And in his hand, a live coal,—With tongs, had he taken it from off the altar.