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1 Yet now hear, O Ja­cob my ser­vant; and Is­rael, whom I have cho­sen: 2 Thus saith the LORD that made thee, and formed thee from the womb, which will help thee; Fear not, O Ja­cob, my ser­vant; and thou, Jesu­run, whom I have cho­sen. 3 For I will pour wa­ter upon him that is thirsty, and floods upon the dry ground: I will pour my spir­it upon thy seed, and my bless­ing upon thine off­spring: 4 And they shall spring up as among the grass, as wil­lows by the wa­ter cours­es. 5 One shall say, I am the LORD'S; and an­oth­er shall call himself by the name of Ja­cob; and an­oth­er shall sub­scribe with his hand unto the LORD, and sur­name himself by the name of Is­rael. 6 Thus saith the LORD the King of Is­rael, and his re­deemer the LORD of hosts; I am the first, and I am the last; and be­side me there is no God. 7 And who, as I, shall call, and shall de­clare it, and set it in or­der for me, since I ap­point­ed the an­cient peo­ple? and the things that are com­ing, and shall come, let them shew unto them. 8 Fear ye not, nei­ther be afraid: have not I told thee from that time, and have de­clared it? ye are even my wit­ness­es. Is there a God be­side me? yea, there is no God; I know not any. 9 They that make a graven im­age are all of them van­i­ty; and their delectable things shall not prof­it; and they are their own wit­ness­es; they see not, nor know; that they may be ashamed. 10 Who hath formed a god, or molten a graven im­age that is prof­itable for noth­ing? 11 Be­hold, all his fel­lows shall be ashamed: and the work­men, they are of men: let them all be gath­ered to­geth­er, let them stand up; yet they shall fear, and they shall be ashamed to­geth­er. 12 The smith with the tongs both wor­keth in the coals, and fash­ioneth it with ham­mers, and wor­keth it with the strength of his arms: yea, he is hun­gry, and his strength faileth: he drin­keth no wa­ter, and is faint. 13 The car­pen­ter stretch­eth out his rule; he mar­keth it out with a line; he fit­teth it with planes, and he mar­keth it out with the com­pass, and maketh it af­ter the fig­ure of a man, ac­cord­ing to the beau­ty of a man; that it may re­main in the house. 14 He heweth him down cedars, and taketh the cy­press and the oak, which he strength­eneth for him­self among the trees of the for­est: he planteth an ash, and the rain doth nour­ish it. 15 Then shall it be for a man to burn: for he will take there­of, and warm him­self; yea, he kindleth it, and baketh bread; yea, he maketh a god, and wor­ship­peth it; he maketh it a graven im­age, and fal­l­eth down there­to. 16 He bur­neth part there­of in the fire; with part there­of he eateth flesh; he roast­eth roast, and is sat­is­fied: yea, he warmeth himself, and saith, Aha, I am warm, I have seen the fire: 17 And the residue there­of he maketh a god, even his graven im­age: he fal­l­eth down unto it, and wor­ship­peth it, and prayeth unto it, and saith, De­liv­er me; for thou art my god. 18 They have not known nor un­der­stood: for he hath shut their eyes, that they can­not see; and their hearts, that they can­not un­der­stand. 19 And none con­sid­ereth in his heart, nei­ther is there knowl­edge nor un­der­stand­ing to say, I have burned part of it in the fire; yea, also I have baked bread upon the coals there­of; I have roast­ed flesh, and eat­en it: and shall I make the residue there­of an abom­i­na­tion? shall I fall down to the stock of a tree? 20 He feedeth on ash­es: a de­ceived heart hath turned him aside, that he can­not de­liv­er his soul, nor say, Is there not a lie in my right hand? 21 Re­mem­ber these, O Ja­cob and Is­rael; for thou art my ser­vant: I have formed thee; thou art my ser­vant: O Is­rael, thou shalt not be for­got­ten of me. 22 I have blot­ted out, as a thick cloud, thy trans­gres­sions, and, as a cloud, thy sins: re­turn unto me; for I have re­deemed thee. 23 Sing, O ye heav­ens; for the LORD hath done it: shout, ye low­er parts of the earth: break forth into singing, ye moun­tains, O for­est, and ev­ery tree there­in: for the LORD hath re­deemed Ja­cob, and glo­ri­fied him­self in Is­rael. 24 Thus saith the LORD, thy re­deemer, and he that formed thee from the womb, I am the LORD that maketh all things; that stretch­eth forth the heav­ens alone; that spread­eth abroad the earth by my­self; 25 That frus­trateth the to­kens of the liars, and maketh di­vin­ers mad; that tur­neth wise men back­ward, and maketh their knowl­edge fool­ish; 26 That con­firmeth the word of his ser­vant, and per­formeth the coun­sel of his mes­sen­gers; that saith to Jerusalem, Thou shalt be in­hab­it­ed; and to the cities of Ju­dah, Ye shall be built, and I will raise up the de­cayed places there­of: 27 That saith to the deep, Be dry, and I will dry up thy rivers: 28 That saith of Cyrus, He is my shep­herd, and shall per­form all my plea­sure: even say­ing to Jerusalem, Thou shalt be built; and to the tem­ple, Thy foun­da­tion shall be laid.