“And you, son of man, take a brick and set it in front of you. Inscribe a city on it – Jerusalem.

“Son of man, prophesy and say: ‘This is what the Lord says: “‘A sword, a sword is sharpened, and also polished.

The soldiers braided a crown of thorns and put it on his head, and they clothed him in a purple robe.

and if you are convinced that you yourself are a guide to the blind, a light to those who are in darkness,

Then he shouted in a loud voice like a lion roaring, and when he shouted, the seven thunders sounded their voices.

“I am a temporary settler among you. Grant me ownership of a burial site among you so that I may bury my dead.”

It was four fingers thick and its rim was like that of a cup shaped like a lily blossom. It could hold about 12,000 gallons.

or a man who touches a swarming thing by which he becomes unclean, or touches a person by which he becomes unclean, whatever that person’s impurity –

and as the prescribed portion of olive oil, one tenth of a bath from each kor (which is ten baths or a homer, for ten baths make a homer);

to turn a person from his sin, and to cover a person’s pride.

But a Pharisee whose name was Gamaliel, a teacher of the law who was respected by all the people, stood up in the council and ordered the men to be put outside for a short time.

“I was in the city of Joppa praying, and in a trance I saw a vision, an object something like a large sheet descending, being let down from heaven by its four corners, and it came to me.

“If a young woman who is still living in her father’s house makes a vow to the Lord or places herself under an obligation,

Therefore, because of you, Zion will be plowed up like a field, Jerusalem will become a heap of ruins, and the Temple Mount will become a hill overgrown with brush!

I say again, let no one think that I am a fool. But if you do, then at least accept me as a fool, so that I too may boast a little.

Now my father David had a strong desire to build a temple to honor the Lord God of Israel.

Now my father David had a strong desire to build a temple to honor the Lord God of Israel.

It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had a head of white hair.

For a short time your special nation possessed a land, but then our adversaries knocked down your holy sanctuary.

So my heart moans for Moab like a flute playing a funeral song. Yes, like a flute playing a funeral song, my heart moans for the people of Kir Heres. For the wealth they have gained will perish.