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1 Thus saith the LORD, Where is the bill of your mother's di­vorce­ment, whom I have put away? or which of my cred­i­tors is it to whom I have sold you? Be­hold, for your in­iq­ui­ties have ye sold your­selves, and for your trans­gres­sions is your moth­er put away. 2 Where­fore, when I came, was there no man? when I called, was there none to an­swer? Is my hand short­ened at all, that it can­not re­deem? or have I no pow­er to de­liv­er? be­hold, at my re­buke I dry up the sea, I make the rivers a wilder­ness: their fish stin­keth, be­cause there is no wa­ter, and di­eth for thirst. 3 I clothe the heav­ens with black­ness, and I make sack­cloth their cov­er­ing. 4 The Lord GOD hath giv­en me the tongue of the learned, that I should know how to speak a word in sea­son to him that is weary: he wak­eneth morn­ing by morn­ing, he wak­eneth mine ear to hear as the learned. 5 The Lord GOD hath opened mine ear, and I was not re­bel­lious, nei­ther turned away back. 6 I gave my back to the smiters, and my cheeks to them that plucked off the hair: I hid not my face from shame and spit­ting. 7 For the Lord GOD will help me; there­fore shall I not be con­found­ed: there­fore have I set my face like a flint, and I know that I shall not be ashamed. 8 He is near that jus­ti­fi­eth me; who will con­tend with me? let us stand to­geth­er: who is mine ad­ver­sary? let him come near to me. 9 Be­hold, the Lord GOD will help me; who is he that shall con­demn me? lo, they all shall wax old as a gar­ment; the moth shall eat them up. 10 Who is among you that feareth the LORD, that obeyeth the voice of his ser­vant, that walketh in dark­ness, and hath no light? let him trust in the name of the LORD, and stay upon his God. 11 Be­hold, all ye that kin­dle a fire, that com­pass yourselves about with sparks: walk in the light of your fire, and in the sparks that ye have kin­dled. This shall ye have of mine hand; ye shall lie down in sor­row.