King James VersionIsaiah58

Isaiah

1 Cry aloud, spare not, lift up thy voice like a trum­pet, and shew my peo­ple their trans­gres­sion, and the house of Ja­cob their sins. 2 Yet they seek me dai­ly, and de­light to know my ways, as a na­tion that did righ­teous­ness, and for­sook not the or­di­nance of their God: they ask of me the or­di­nances of jus­tice; they take de­light in ap­proach­ing to God. 3 Where­fore have we fast­ed, say they, and thou seest not? wherefore have we af­flict­ed our soul, and thou tak­est no knowl­edge? Be­hold, in the day of your fast ye find plea­sure, and ex­act all your labours. 4 Be­hold, ye fast for strife and de­bate, and to smite with the fist of wicked­ness: ye shall not fast as ye do this day, to make your voice to be heard on high. 5 Is it such a fast that I have cho­sen? a day for a man to af­flict his soul? is it to bow down his head as a bul­rush, and to spread sack­cloth and ash­es un­der him? wilt thou call this a fast, and an ac­cept­able day to the LORD? 6 Is not this the fast that I have cho­sen? to loose the bands of wicked­ness, to undo the heavy bur­dens, and to let the op­pressed go free, and that ye break ev­ery yoke? 7 Is it not to deal thy bread to the hun­gry, and that thou bring the poor that are cast out to thy house? when thou seest the naked, that thou cov­er him; and that thou hide not thy­self from thine own flesh? 8 Then shall thy light break forth as the morn­ing, and thine health shall spring forth speed­i­ly: and thy righ­teous­ness shall go be­fore thee; the glo­ry of the LORD shall be thy rere­ward. 9 Then shalt thou call, and the LORD shall an­swer; thou shalt cry, and he shall say, Here I am. If thou take away from the midst of thee the yoke, the putting forth of the fin­ger, and speak­ing van­i­ty; 10 And if thou draw out thy soul to the hun­gry, and sat­is­fy the af­flict­ed soul; then shall thy light rise in ob­scu­ri­ty, and thy dark­ness be as the noon­day: 11 And the LORD shall guide thee con­tin­u­al­ly, and sat­is­fy thy soul in drought, and make fat thy bones: and thou shalt be like a wa­tered gar­den, and like a spring of wa­ter, whose wa­ters fail not. 12 And they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places: thou shalt raise up the foun­da­tions of many gen­er­a­tions; and thou shalt be called, The re­pair­er of the breach, The re­stor­er of paths to dwell in. 13 If thou turn away thy foot from the sab­bath, from do­ing thy plea­sure on my holy day; and call the sab­bath a de­light, the holy of the LORD, hon­ourable; and shalt hon­our him, not do­ing thine own ways, nor find­ing thine own plea­sure, nor speak­ing thine own words: 14 Then shalt thou de­light thy­self in the LORD; and I will cause thee to ride upon the high places of the earth, and feed thee with the her­itage of Ja­cob thy fa­ther: for the mouth of the LORD hath spo­ken it.