That was a vision of the offering of Isaac.

It passed, and there came another vision.
Again she saw the sacred height of Moriah, and lo! a Temple stood upon it, a splendid building, but not that which she knew, and in front of this Temple the same black rock.

On the rock, where once the lad had been bound, was an altar, and before the altar a glorious man clad in priestly robes, who offered sacrifice of lambs and oxen and in a sonorous voice gave praise to Jehovah in the presence of a countless host of people.

This she knew was the vision of Solomon the King.
It passed, and lo! by this same black rock stood another man, pale and eager-faced, with piercing eyes, who reproached the worshippers in the Temple because of the wickedness of their hearts, and drove them from before him with a scourge of cords.

This she knew was a vision of Jesus, the Son of Mary, that Messiah Whom she worshipped, for as He drove out the people He prophesied the desolation that should fall upon them, and as they fled they mocked Him.
The picture passed, and again she saw the black rock, but now it lay beneath a gilded dome and light fell upon it through painted windows.
About it moved many priests whose worship was strange to her, and so they seemed to move for ages.