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And they shall be drunken with their own blood,
as with sweet wine: And all flesh shall know that I the Lord am thy
And thy Redeemer, the mighty One of Jacob.
Where is the bill of your mother's divorcement,
whom I have put away? Or which of my creditors is it to whom I have sold
Behold, for your iniquities have ye sold yourselves, And for your transgressions is your mother put away.
Wherefore, when I came, was there no man?
When I called, was there none to answer?
Is my hand shortened at all, that it cannot redeem?
Or have I no power to deliver?
Behold, at my rebuke I dry up the sea,
I make the rivers a wilderness:
Their fish stinketh, because there is no water, and
dieth for thirst. I clothe the heavens with blackness, And I make sackcloth their covering.
The Lord God hath given me the tongue of the learned,
That I should know how to speak a word in season to him that is weary:
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He wakeneth morning by morning,
Who is among you that feareth the Lord,
Behold, all ye that kindle a fire, that compass yourselves about with sparks:
Walk in the light of your fire, and in the sparks
that ye have kindled. This shall ye have of mine hand; Ye shall lie down in sorrow.
Hearken to me, ye that follow after righteousness,
ye that seek the Lord: Look unto the rock whence ye are hewn, And to the hole of the pit whence ye are digged. Look unto Abraham your father, And unto Sarah that bare you: For I called him alone, And blessed him, and increased him. For the Lord shall comfort Zion: He will comfort all her waste places; And he will make her wilderness like Eden, And her desert like the garden of the Lord; Joy and gladness shall be found therein, Thanksgiving, and the voice of melody. Hearken unto me, my people; And give ear unto me, O my nation: For a law shall proceed from me, And I will make my judgment to rest for a light of
My righteousness is near; my salvation is gone forth,
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Lift up your eyes to the heavens,
Awake, awake, put on strength, O arm of the Lord; Awake, as in the ancient days, in the generations of old.
Art thou not it that hath cut Rahab, and wounded the dragon?
Art thou not it which hath dried the sea, the waters
of the great deep; That hath made the depths of the sea a way for the
ransomed to pass over? Therefore the redeemed of the Lord shall return, And come with singing unto Zion;
And everlasting joy shall be upon their head:
They shall obtain gladness and joy;
And sorrow and mourning shall flee away.
I, even I, am he that comforteth you:
Who art thou, that thou shouldest be afraid of a man
that shall die, And of the son of man which shall be made as
And forgettest the Lord thy maker,
That hath stretched forth the heavens, and laid the
foundations of the earth; And hast feared continually every day because of
the fury of the oppressor, As if he were ready to destroy? And where is the fury of the oppressor? The captive exile hasteneth that he may be loosed, And that he should not die in the pit, Nor that his bread should fail. But I am the Lord thy God, That divided the sea, whose waves roared: The Lord of hosts is his name. And I have put my words in thy mouth, And I have covered thee in the shadow of mine
That I may plant the heavens, and lay the foundations of the earth, And say unto Zion, Thou art my people.