Ezekiel 44:4

4 The man led me through the north gate to the front of the Temple. I looked, and - oh! - the bright Glory of God filling the Temple of God! I fell on my face in worship.

Ezekiel 44:4 Meaning and Commentary

Ezekiel 44:4

Then brought he me the way of the north gate before the house,
&c.] The north gate of the inward court, whither he was brought from the east gate, which was shut: this, and what follow, may have some respect to the churches in these our northern parts of the world, in their now declining circumstances, which are aptly represented in some following verses; but will hereafter be filled with the glory of the Lord, as follows: and I looked, and, behold, the glory of the Lord filled the house of
the Lord;
as he had seen at the eastern gate, ( Ezekiel 43:2 Ezekiel 43:4 Ezekiel 43:5 ) : and I fell upon my face;
as he had done before, under a sense of the greatness and glory of the divine Majesty, and of his own vileness and unworthiness; see ( Ezekiel 43:3 ) .

Ezekiel 44:4 In-Context

2 God spoke to me: "This gate is shut and it's to stay shut. No one is to go through it because God, the God of Israel, has gone through it. It stays shut.
3 Only the prince, because he's the prince, may sit there to eat in the presence of God. He is to enter the gate complex through the porch and leave by the same way."
4 The man led me through the north gate to the front of the Temple. I looked, and - oh! - the bright Glory of God filling the Temple of God! I fell on my face in worship.
5 God said to me, "Son of man, get a grip on yourself. Use your eyes, use your ears, pay careful attention to everything I tell you about the ordinances of this Temple of God, the way all the laws work, instructions regarding it and all the entrances and exits of the Sanctuary.
6 "Tell this bunch of rebels, this family Israel, 'Message of God, the Master: No more of these vile obscenities, Israel,
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