Ezekiel 9:8

8 So they went out and struck the city. While the massacre went forward, I was left alone. I fell on my face in prayer: "Oh, oh, God, my Master! Are you going to kill everyone left in Israel in this pouring out of your anger on Jerusalem?"

Ezekiel 9:8 Meaning and Commentary

Ezekiel 9:8

And it came to pass, while they were slaying them
That were in the city: and I was left;
in the temple; and the only one that was left there, the rest were slain; for there were none marked in the temple, only in the city, ( Ezekiel 9:4 ) ; that I fell upon my face;
as a supplicant, with great humility: and cried, and said;
being greatly distressed with this awful providence: ah, Lord God! wilt thou destroy all the residue of Israel;
the ten tribes had been carried captive before; there only remained the two tribes of Judah and Benjamin, and these were now threatened with an utter destruction: in thy pouring out of thy fury upon Jerusalem?
shown in the destruction of men, both in the city and temple, by famine, pestilence, and sword.

Ezekiel 9:8 In-Context

6 Kill old men and women, young men and women, mothers and children. But don't lay a hand on anyone with the mark. Start at my Temple." They started with the leaders in front of the Temple.
7 He told the executioners, "Desecrate the Temple. Fill it with corpses. Then go out and continue the killing."
8 So they went out and struck the city. While the massacre went forward, I was left alone. I fell on my face in prayer: "Oh, oh, God, my Master! Are you going to kill everyone left in Israel in this pouring out of your anger on Jerusalem?"
9 He said, "The guilt of Israel and Judah is enormous. The land is swollen with murder. The city is bloated with injustice. They all say, 'God has forsaken the country. He doesn't see anything we do.'
10 Well, I do see, and I'm not feeling sorry for any of them. They're going to pay for what they've done."
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