Lo, My servant, I take hold on him, My chosen one -- My soul
hath accepted, I have put My Spirit upon him, Judgment to nations he bringeth
He doth not cry, nor lift up, Nor cause his voice to be
heard, in the street.
A bruised reed he breaketh not, And dim flax he quencheth
not, To truth he bringeth forth judgment.
He doth not become weak nor bruised, Till he setteth
judgment in the earth, And for his law isles wait with hope.
Thus said God, Jehovah, preparing The heavens, and
stretching them out, Spreading out the earth and its productions, Giving breath
to the people on it, And spirit to those walking in it.
I, Jehovah, did call thee in righteousness, And I lay hold
on thy hand, and keep thee, And I give thee for a covenant of a people, And a
light of nations.
To open the eyes of the blind, To bring forth from prison
the bound one, From the house of restraint those sitting in darkness.
I am Jehovah, this is My name, And Mine honour
to another I give not, Nor My praise to graven images.
The former things, lo, have come, And new things I am
declaring, Before they spring up I cause you to hear.
Sing to Jehovah a new song, His praise from the end of the
earth, Ye who are going down to the sea, and its fulness, Isles, and their
The wilderness and its cities do lift up the voice,
The villages Kedar doth inhabit, Sing do the inhabitants of Sela, From the top
of mountains they cry.
They ascribe to Jehovah honour, And His praise in the isles
Jehovah as a mighty one goeth forth. As a man of war He
stirreth up zeal, He crieth, yea, He shrieketh, Against His enemies He showeth
I have kept silent from of old, I keep silent, I refrain
myself, As a travailing woman I cry out, I desolate and swallow up together.
I make waste mountains and hills, And all their herbs I dry
up, And I have made rivers become isles, And ponds I dry up.
And I have caused the blind to go, In a way they have not
known, In paths they have not known I cause them to tread, I make a dark place
before them become light, And unlevelled places become a plain, These are
the things I have done to them, And I have not forsaken them.
Removed backward -- utterly ashamed, Are those trusting in a
graven image, Those saying to a molten image, 'Ye are our gods.'
Ye deaf, hear; and ye blind, look to see.
Who is blind but My servant? And deaf as My messenger
I send? Who is blind as he who is at peace, Yea, blind, as the servant
Seeing many things, and thou observest not, Opening ears,
and he heareth not.
Jehovah hath delight for the sake of His righteousness, He
magnifieth law, and maketh honourable.
And this is a people seized and spoiled, Snared in
holes -- all of them, And in houses of restraint they were hidden, They have
been for a prey, And there is no deliverer, A spoil, and none is saying,
Who among you giveth ear to this? Attendeth, and
Who hath given Jacob for a spoil, And Israel to the
spoilers? Is it not Jehovah -- He against whom we sinned? Yea, they have not
been willing in His ways to walk, Nor have they hearkened to His law.
And He poureth on him fury, His anger, and the strength of
battle, And it setteth him on fire round about, And he hath not known, And it
burneth against him, and he layeth it not to heart!