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1 Sing, O bar­ren, thou that didst not bear; break forth into singing, and cry aloud, thou that didst not tra­vail with child: for more are the chil­dren of the des­o­late than the chil­dren of the mar­ried wife, saith the LORD. 2 En­large the place of thy tent, and let them stretch forth the cur­tains of thine habi­ta­tions: spare not, length­en thy cords, and strength­en thy stakes; 3 For thou shalt break forth on the right hand and on the left; and thy seed shall in­her­it the Gen­tiles, and make the des­o­late cities to be in­hab­it­ed. 4 Fear not; for thou shalt not be ashamed: nei­ther be thou con­found­ed; for thou shalt not be put to shame: for thou shalt for­get the shame of thy youth, and shalt not re­mem­ber the re­proach of thy wid­ow­hood any more. 5 For thy Mak­er is thine hus­band; the LORD of hosts is his name; and thy Re­deemer the Holy One of Is­rael; The God of the whole earth shall he be called. 6 For the LORD hath called thee as a wom­an for­sak­en and grieved in spir­it, and a wife of youth, when thou wast re­fused, saith thy God. 7 For a small mo­ment have I for­sak­en thee; but with great mer­cies will I gath­er thee. 8 In a lit­tle wrath I hid my face from thee for a mo­ment; but with ev­er­last­ing kind­ness will I have mer­cy on thee, saith the LORD thy Re­deemer. 9 For this is as the wa­ters of Noah unto me: for as I have sworn that the wa­ters of Noah should no more go over the earth; so have I sworn that I would not be wroth with thee, nor re­buke thee. 10 For the moun­tains shall de­part, and the hills be re­moved; but my kind­ness shall not de­part from thee, nei­ther shall the covenant of my peace be re­moved, saith the LORD that hath mer­cy on thee. 11 O thou af­flict­ed, tossed with tem­pest, and not com­fort­ed, be­hold, I will lay thy stones with fair colours, and lay thy foun­da­tions with sap­phires. 12 And I will make thy win­dows of agates, and thy gates of car­bun­cles, and all thy bor­ders of pleas­ant stones. 13 And all thy chil­dren shall be taught of the LORD; and great shall be the peace of thy chil­dren. 14 In righ­teous­ness shalt thou be es­tab­lished: thou shalt be far from op­pres­sion; for thou shalt not fear: and from ter­ror; for it shall not come near thee. 15 Be­hold, they shall sure­ly gath­er to­geth­er, but not by me: whoso­ev­er shall gath­er to­geth­er against thee shall fall for thy sake. 16 Be­hold, I have cre­at­ed the smith that bloweth the coals in the fire, and that bringeth forth an in­stru­ment for his work; and I have cre­at­ed the waster to de­stroy. 17 No weapon that is formed against thee shall pros­per; and ev­ery tongue that shall rise against thee in judg­ment thou shalt con­demn. This is the her­itage of the ser­vants of the LORD, and their righ­teous­ness is of me, saith the LORD.