Isaiah

50 Thus saith Yahweh—Where then is the scroll of your mother’s divorce whom I have put away? Or which of my creditors is it to whom I have sold you? Lo! for your iniquities have ye been sold, And for your transgressions hath your mother been put away.

2 Wherefore When I came in was there no one? When I called was there none to answer? Is mine own hand really shortened that it cannot redeem? Or is there not in me strength to deliver? Lo! by my rebuke I dry up the sea, I make rivers a desert, Their fish Stinketh for want of water, Yea dieth for thirst:

3 I clothe the heavens with gloom, And of sackcloth make I their covering.

4 My Lord Yahweh hath given unto me the tongue of the instructed, That I should know how to succour the fainting with discourse,—He kept wakening—morning by morning, He kept wakening mine ear, to hearken as do the instructed;

5 My Lord Yahweh opened mine ear, And I was not rebellious,—Away turned I not:

6 My back gave I to smiters, and My cheeks to them who pulled out the beard,—My face hid I not from insult and spitting.

7 Because My Lord Yahweh would help me Therefore was I not deterred by insult,—Therefore did I set my face like flint, And I knew that I should not be put to shame.

8 At hand is one who can justify me, Who will contend with me? let us stand forth together,—Who can accuse me? let him draw near to me!

9 Lo! My Lord Yahweh will help me, Who is he that shall prove me lawless? Lo! they all as a garment shall fall to pieces, The moth shall consume them.

10 Who among you revereth Yahweh, Hearkening unto the voice of his Servant,—That hath walked in dark places And hath had no gleam of light? Let him trust in the name of Yahweh, And lean upon his God.

11 Lo! all ye that kindle a fire, That gird yourselves with fiery darts,—Walk ye in the blaze of your own fire And in the fiery darts ye have kindled, At my hand hath this befallen you, In sorrow shall ye lie down.