King James VersionIsaiah1


1 The vi­sion of Isa­iah the son of Amoz, which he saw con­cern­ing Ju­dah and Jerusalem in the days of Uzzi­ah, Jotham, Ahaz, and Hezeki­ah, kings of Ju­dah. 2 Hear, O heav­ens, and give ear, O earth: for the LORD hath spo­ken, I have nour­ished and brought up chil­dren, and they have re­belled against me. 3 The ox knoweth his own­er, and the ass his master's crib: but Is­rael doth not know, my peo­ple doth not con­sid­er. 4 Ah sin­ful na­tion, a peo­ple laden with in­iq­ui­ty, a seed of evil­do­ers, chil­dren that are cor­rupters: they have for­sak­en the LORD, they have pro­voked the Holy One of Is­rael unto anger, they are gone away back­ward. 5 Why should ye be strick­en any more? ye will re­volt more and more: the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint. 6 From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no sound­ness in it; but wounds, and bruis­es, and pu­tri­fy­ing sores: they have not been closed, nei­ther bound up, nei­ther mol­li­fied with oint­ment. 7 Your coun­try is des­o­late, your cities are burned with fire: your land, strangers de­vour it in your pres­ence, and it is des­o­late, as over­thrown by strangers. 8 And the daugh­ter of Zion is left as a cot­tage in a vine­yard, as a lodge in a gar­den of cu­cum­bers, as a be­sieged city. 9 Ex­cept the LORD of hosts had left unto us a very small rem­nant, we should have been as Sodom, and we should have been like unto Go­mor­rah. 10 Hear the word of the LORD, ye rulers of Sodom; give ear unto the law of our God, ye peo­ple of Go­mor­rah. 11 To what pur­pose is the mul­ti­tude of your sac­ri­fices unto me? saith the LORD: I am full of the burnt of­fer­ings of rams, and the fat of fed beasts; and I de­light not in the blood of bul­locks, or of lambs, or of he goats. 12 When ye come to ap­pear be­fore me, who hath re­quired this at your hand, to tread my courts? 13 Bring no more vain obla­tions; in­cense is an abom­i­na­tion unto me; the new moons and sab­baths, the call­ing of as­sem­blies, I can­not away with; it is in­iq­ui­ty, even the solemn meet­ing. 14 Your new moons and your ap­point­ed feasts my soul hateth: they are a trou­ble unto me; I am weary to bear them. 15 And when ye spread forth your hands, I will hide mine eyes from you: yea, when ye make many prayers, I will not hear: your hands are full of blood. 16 Wash you, make you clean; put away the evil of your do­ings from be­fore mine eyes; cease to do evil; 17 Learn to do well; seek judg­ment, re­lieve the op­pressed, judge the fa­ther­less, plead for the wid­ow. 18 Come now, and let us rea­son to­geth­er, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scar­let, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crim­son, they shall be as wool. 19 If ye be will­ing and obe­di­ent, ye shall eat the good of the land: 20 But if ye refuse and rebel, ye shall be de­voured with the sword: for the mouth of the LORD hath spo­ken it. 21 How is the faith­ful city be­come an har­lot! it was full of judg­ment; righ­teous­ness lodged in it; but now mur­der­ers. 22 Thy sil­ver is be­come dross, thy wine mixed with wa­ter: 23 Thy princes are re­bel­lious, and com­pan­ions of thieves: ev­ery one loveth gifts, and fol­loweth af­ter re­wards: they judge not the fa­ther­less, nei­ther doth the cause of the wid­ow come unto them. 24 There­fore saith the Lord, the LORD of hosts, the mighty One of Is­rael, Ah, I will ease me of mine ad­ver­saries, and avenge me of mine en­e­mies: 25 And I will turn my hand upon thee, and pure­ly purge away thy dross, and take away all thy tin: 26 And I will re­store thy judges as at the first, and thy coun­sel­lors as at the be­gin­ning: af­ter­ward thou shalt be called, The city of righ­teous­ness, the faith­ful city. 27 Zion shall be re­deemed with judg­ment, and her con­verts with righ­teous­ness. 28 And the de­struc­tion of the trans­gres­sors and of the sin­ners shall be to­geth­er, and they that for­sake the LORD shall be con­sumed. 29 For they shall be ashamed of the oaks which ye have de­sired, and ye shall be con­found­ed for the gar­dens that ye have cho­sen. 30 For ye shall be as an oak whose leaf fadeth, and as a gar­den that hath no wa­ter. 31 And the strong shall be as tow, and the mak­er of it as a spark, and they shall both burn to­geth­er, and none shall quench them.