ישעיהו נא

Listen to Me, you who pursue justice,
You who seek GOD:
Look to the rock you were hewn from,
To the quarry you were dug from.

Look back to Abraham your father
And to Sarah who brought you forth.
For he was only one when I called him,
But I blessed him and made him many.

Truly GOD has comforted Zion,
Comforted all her ruins—
Made her wilderness like Eden,
Her desert like the Garden of GOD.
Gladness and joy shall abide there,
Thanksgiving and the sound of music.

Hearken to Me, My people,
And give ear to Me, O My nation,
For teaching shall go forth from Me,
My way for the light of peoples.
In a moment I will bring it:

The triumph I grant is near,
The success I give has gone forth.
My arms shall provide for the peoples;
The coastlands shall trust in Me,
They shall look to My arm.

Raise your eyes to the heavens,
And look upon the earth beneath:
Though the heavens should melt away like smoke,
And the earth wear out like a garment,
And its inhabitants die out as well,
My victory shall stand forever,
My triumph shall remain unbroken.

Listen to Me, you who care for the right,
O people who lay My instruction to heart!
Fear not mortals’ insults,
And be not dismayed at their jeers;

For the moth shall eat them up like a garment,
The worm, another word for “moth.” shall eat them up like wool.
But My triumph shall endure forever,
My salvation through all the ages.

Awake, awake, clothe yourself with splendor.
O arm of the ETERNAL One!
Awake as in days of old,
As in former ages!
It was you that hacked Rahab in pieces,
That pierced the Dragon.

It was you that dried up the Sea,
The waters of the great deep;
That made the abysses of the Sea
A road the redeemed might walk.

So let GOD’s ransomed return,
And come with shouting to Zion,
Crowned with joy everlasting.
Let them attain joy and gladness,
While sorrow and sighing flee.

I, I am the One who comforts you!
What ails you that you fear
Man who must die,
Mortals who fare like grass?

You have forgotten GOD your Maker,
Who stretched out the skies and made firm the earth!
And you live all day in constant dread
Because of the rage of an oppressor
Who is aiming to cut [you] down.
Yet of what account is the rage of an oppressor?

Quickly the crouching one is freed;
He is not cut down and slain,
And he shall not want for food.

For I the ETERNAL your God—
Who stirs up the sea into roaring waves,
Whose name is GOD of Hosts—

Have put My words in your mouth
And sheltered you with My hand;
I, who planted the skies and made firm the earth,
Have said to Zion: You are My people!

Rouse, rouse yourself!
Arise, O Jerusalem,
You who from GOD’s hand
Have drunk God’s wrath-filled cup,
You who have drained to the dregs
The bowl, the cup of reeling!

She has none to guide her
Of all the children she bore;
None takes her by the hand,
Of all the children she reared.

These two things have befallen you:
Wrack and ruin—who can console you?
Famine and sword—how shall I comfort you?

Your sons lie in a swoon
At the corner of every street—
Like an antelope caught in a net—
Drunk with the wrath of GOD,
With the rebuke of your God.

Therefore,
Listen to this, unhappy one,
Who are drunk, but not with wine!

Thus said GOD, your Sovereign,
Your God who champions this people:
Herewith I take from your hand
The cup of reeling,
The bowl, the cup of My wrath;
You shall never drink it again.

I will put it in the hands of your tormentors,
Who have commanded you,
“Get down, that we may walk over you”—
So that you made your back like the ground,
Like a street for passersby.