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CHAPTER 51

                 1Listen to me, pursuers of justice,

                     seekers of the LORD.

                 Look to the rock you were hewn from

                     and to the quarry from which you were cut.

                 2Look to Abraham your father

                     and to Sarah who spawned you.

                 For he was the one whom I summoned,

                     and I blessed him and made him many.

                 3For the LORD has comforted Zion,

                     brought comfort to all her ruins

                 and made her desert like Eden,

                     her wasteland like the garden of the LORD.

                 Gladness and joy are within her.

                     thanksgiving and the sound of song.

                 4Hearken to Me, My people,

                     and My nation, give ear to Me.

                 For teaching from Me shall go out

                     and My justice as a light to the peoples.

                 5In an instant My triumph draws near,

                     My rescue comes forth,

                         and my arm shall rule over peoples.

                 The coastland shall wait for Me

                     and count on My strong arm.

                 6Lift up your eyes to the heavens,

                     and look on the earth below.

                 Though the heavens be scattered like smoke,

                     and the earth worn out like a garment,

                         and its dwellers like gnats die out,

                 My rescue shall be forever,

                     and My triumph shall not be shattered.

                 7Listen to Me, knowers of justice,

                     a people with My teaching in its heart.

                 Do not be afraid of the insults of men,

                     and from their mockery do not quail.

                 8For like a garment the moth shall consume them,

                     and like wool the grub shall consume them.

                 But My triumph shall be forever

                     and My rescue for ages to come.

                 9Awake, awake, put on strength,

                     O arm of the LORD.

                 Awake as in days of yore,

                     ages long past.

                 Was it not You who hacked apart Rahab,

                     who pierced the Beast of the Sea?

                 10Was it not You who dried up the sea,

                     the waters of the great deep,

                 Who turned the sea’s depths into a road

                     for the redeemed to go over?

                 11And the LORD’s ransomed shall return

                     and come to Zion with glad song,

                 everlasting joy upon their heads,

                     gladness and joy they shall attain,

                         and sorrow and sighing shall flee.

                 12I, I am He Who comforts you.

                     What troubles you that you should fear man who dies

                         and the son of man who is no more than grass,

                 13and you forget the LORD your Maker,

                     Who stretches out the heavens and founds the earth,

                 and you are in constant fear, all day long,

                     of the oppressor’s wrath, as he aims to destroy?

                         But where is the oppressor’s wrath?

                 14He who crouches shall quickly be freed,

                     and shall not die in the Pit,

                         and his bread shall not lack.

                 15As for Me, the LORD your God,

                     Who treads the sea and its waves roar,

                         the LORD of Armies is His name.

                 16I have put My word in your mouth

                     and in the shadow of My hand have covered you,

                 stretching out the heavens and founding the earth

                     and saying to Zion, “You are My people.”

                 17Awake, awake,

                     rise up, Jerusalem,

                 you who have drunk from the hand of the LORD

                     the cup of His wrath,

                 the chalice of poison

                     you drank to the dregs.

                 18There is none to guide her

                     of all the sons she bore,

                 and none to hold her hand

                     of all the sons she raised.

                 19Two did I call down upon you—

                     who will grieve for you?—

                 wrack and ruin, famine and sword

                     how can I comfort you?

                 20Your children have fainted, are lying

                     at the head of every street

                         like an antelope in a net,

                 filled with the wrath of the LORD,

                     the rebuke of your God.

                 21Therefore, pray hear this, afflicted woman,

                     drunk but not from wine.

                 22Thus said your Master the LORD

                     and your God Who contends for His people:

                 Look, I have taken from your hand

                     the cup of poison,

                         the chalice of My wrath.

                 You shall no longer drink from it,

                     23and I will put it in the hand of your oppressors

                 who said to you, “Bow, that we may walk over you.”

                     and you made your back like the ground,

                         like a street for passersby.