In the year King Uzziah died, Isaiah sees the Lord seated on a high and lofty throne, and the hem of his robe fills the temple. Above him stand seraphim, each with six wings: with two they cover their faces, with two their feet and with two they fly. They call to one another that the Lord of hosts is holy, holy, holy, and his glory fills the whole earth. The thresholds shake at the sound of their voices and the temple fills with smoke.
Isaiah reacts with fear: he is a man of unclean lips who lives among a people of unclean lips, and his eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts. One of the seraphim flies to him with a burning coal taken from the altar, touches his mouth and declares that his guilt is taken away and his sin forgiven.
Then Isaiah hears the voice of the Lord asking whom he shall send and who will go for them. Isaiah answers that he is here and asks to be sent. The Lord gives him a hard message: the people will hear but not understand and see but not perceive; their hearts will grow dull. Isaiah asks how long, and the Lord answers: until the cities lie waste and the land is desolate. Even so, though the people are consumed like an oak, a stump will remain, and that stump is a holy seed.