King James VersionIsaiah60

Isaiah

1 Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glo­ry of the LORD is risen upon thee. 2 For, be­hold, the dark­ness shall cov­er the earth, and gross dark­ness the peo­ple: but the LORD shall arise upon thee, and his glo­ry shall be seen upon thee. 3 And the Gen­tiles shall come to thy light, and kings to the bright­ness of thy ris­ing. 4 Lift up thine eyes round about, and see: all they gath­er them­selves to­geth­er, they come to thee: thy sons shall come from far, and thy daugh­ters shall be nursed at thy side. 5 Then thou shalt see, and flow to­geth­er, and thine heart shall fear, and be en­larged; be­cause the abun­dance of the sea shall be con­vert­ed unto thee, the forces of the Gen­tiles shall come unto thee. 6 The mul­ti­tude of camels shall cov­er thee, the dromedaries of Mid­i­an and Ephah; all they from She­ba shall come: they shall bring gold and in­cense; and they shall shew forth the prais­es of the LORD. 7 All the flocks of Kedar shall be gath­ered to­geth­er unto thee, the rams of Nebaio­th shall min­is­ter unto thee: they shall come up with ac­cep­tance on mine al­tar, and I will glo­ri­fy the house of my glo­ry. 8 Who are these that fly as a cloud, and as the doves to their win­dows? 9 Sure­ly the isles shall wait for me, and the ships of Tarshish first, to bring thy sons from far, their sil­ver and their gold with them, unto the name of the LORD thy God, and to the Holy One of Is­rael, be­cause he hath glo­ri­fied thee. 10 And the sons of strangers shall build up thy walls, and their kings shall min­is­ter unto thee: for in my wrath I smote thee, but in my favour have I had mer­cy on thee. 11 There­fore thy gates shall be open con­tin­u­al­ly; they shall not be shut day nor night; that men may bring unto thee the forces of the Gen­tiles, and that their kings ­may be brought. 12 For the na­tion and king­dom that will not serve thee shall per­ish; yea, those na­tions shall be ut­ter­ly wast­ed. 13 The glo­ry of Lebanon shall come unto thee, the fir tree, the pine tree, and the box to­geth­er, to beau­ti­fy the place of my sanc­tu­ary; and I will make the place of my feet glo­ri­ous. 14 The sons also of them that af­flict­ed thee shall come bend­ing unto thee; and all they that de­spised thee shall bow them­selves down at the soles of thy feet; and they shall call thee, The city of the LORD, The Zion of the Holy One of Is­rael. 15 Where­as thou hast been for­sak­en and hat­ed, so that no man went through thee, I will make thee an eter­nal ex­cel­len­cy, a joy of many gen­er­a­tions. 16 Thou shalt also suck the milk of the Gen­tiles, and shalt suck the breast of kings: and thou shalt know that I the LORD am thy Saviour and thy Re­deemer, the mighty One of Ja­cob. 17 For brass I will bring gold, and for iron I will bring sil­ver, and for wood brass, and for stones iron: I will also make thy of­fi­cers peace, and thine ex­ac­tors righ­teous­ness. 18 Vi­o­lence shall no more be heard in thy land, wast­ing nor de­struc­tion with­in thy bor­ders; but thou shalt call thy walls Sal­va­tion, and thy gates Praise. 19 The sun shall be no more thy light by day; nei­ther for bright­ness shall the moon give light unto thee: but the LORD shall be unto thee an ev­er­last­ing light, and thy God thy glo­ry. 20 Thy sun shall no more go down; nei­ther shall thy moon with­draw it­self: for the LORD shall be thine ev­er­last­ing light, and the days of thy mourn­ing shall be end­ed. 21 Thy peo­ple also shall be all righ­teous: they shall in­her­it the land for ev­er, the branch of my plant­ing, the work of my hands, that I may be glo­ri­fied. 22 A lit­tle one shall be­come a thou­sand, and a small one a strong na­tion: I the LORD will has­ten it in his time.