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Surely I will bring them into my holy mountain And make them joyful in my house of prayer, Their ascending-offerings and their sacrifices, being accepted upon mine altar, - For, my house, a house of prayer, shall be called, for all the peoples!

And behind the door arid the post, hast thou set thy symbol, For, with another than me, hast thou uncovered thyself and gone up - Hast widened thy couch, And hast solemnised for thyself a covenant from them, Thou hast loved their couch a sign, hast thou seen;

With the length of thy journey, thou wast wearied, Thou didst not say, Hopeless! The reviving of thy power, thou didst find, For this cause, hast thou not become sick.

Whom then hadst thou been anxious about and feared that thou shouldest speak falsely, When me, thou rememberedst not, caredst not for me? Did not, I, keep silence even from age-past times, Although me, thou wouldest not fear?

For, thus, saith he that is high and lifted up - Inhabiting futurity, And, holy, is his name: A high and holy place, will I inhabit, Also with the crushed and lowly in spirit, To revive the spirit of the lowly, and To revive the heart of them who are crushed; -

For not age-abidingly, will I contend, Nor perpetually, will I be wroth, - For, spirit, before me, would faint, Even the breathing souls, which, I, had made.

Creating the fruit of the lips - Prosperity! Prosperity! For him that is far off and for him that is near saith Yahweh, So should I heal him.

But, the lawless, are like the sea when tossed, - For, rest, it cannot! But its waters toss out mire and dirt.

Lo! for strife and contention, ye fast, And to smite with the fist of lawlessness, - Ye shall not fast as to-day, To cause to be heard on high your voice!

Like this, shall the fast be that I choose, A day for the son of earth to humble his soul? Is it to bow down as a rush his head, And sackcloth and ashes, to spread out? Is it, this, thou wilt call a fast, Or a day of acceptance with Yahweh?

And they who come of thee shall build the wastes of age-past times, And as for the foundations of generation after generation, thou shall rear them up, - So shalt thou be called - A Repairer of broken walls, A Restorer of paths leading home.

Then, shall then rest thine own exquisite delight upon Yahweh, …And I will cause thee to ride over the high places of the land, - And will feed thee with the inheritance of Jacob Shy father, For the mouth of Yahweh, hath spoken.

For, your hands, are defiled with blood, And, your fingers, with iniquity, - Your lips, have spoken falsehood, and Your tongue, muttereth, perversity.

the way of well-being, have they not known, And there is no justice in their tracks, - Their paths, have they made crooked for themselves, None who treadeth therein knoweth well - being.

For this cause, hath justice removed far from us, And righteousness overtaketh us not, - We wait for light, But lo! darkness, For brightness, In thick darkness, we walk:

We grope, as blind men for a wall, Yea, as men without eyes, do we grope, - We have stumbled at broad noon as though it were twilight, In desolate places like the dead!

We growl like bears all of us, And, like doves, do we, mournfully coo, - We wait For justice, and there is none, For salvation it is far from us!

For our transgressions have multiplied before thee, And flour sins have witnessed against us, - For, our transgressions, are with us, And as for our iniquities, we acknowledge them:

So then there hath been a driving back of justice, And righteousness, afar off, standeth, - For truth, hath stumbled in the broad-way, And, right, cannot enter;

And he put on Righteousness as a coat of mail, And a helmet of victory upon his head, - And he put on the garments of avenging, for clothing, And wrapped about him as a cloak - jealousy,