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1 Hear­ken to me, ye that fol­low af­ter righ­teous­ness, ye that seek the LORD: look unto the rock whence ye are hewn, and to the hole of the pit whence ye are digged. 2 Look unto Abra­ham your fa­ther, and unto Sarah that bare you: for I called him alone, and blessed him, and in­creased him. 3 For the LORD shall com­fort Zion: he will com­fort all her waste places; and he will make her wilder­ness like Eden, and her desert like the gar­den of the LORD; joy and glad­ness shall be found there­in, thanks­giv­ing, and the voice of melody. 4 Hear­ken unto me, my peo­ple; and give ear unto me, O my na­tion: for a law shall pro­ceed from me, and I will make my judg­ment to rest for a light of the peo­ple. 5 My righ­teous­ness is near; my sal­va­tion is gone forth, and mine arms shall judge the peo­ple; the isles shall wait upon me, and on mine arm shall they trust. 6 Lift up your eyes to the heav­ens, and look upon the earth be­neath: for the heav­ens shall van­ish away like smoke, and the earth shall wax old like a gar­ment, and they that dwell there­in shall die in like man­ner: but my sal­va­tion shall be for ev­er, and my righ­teous­ness shall not be abol­ished. 7 Hear­ken unto me, ye that know righ­teous­ness, the peo­ple in whose heart is my law; fear ye not the re­proach of men, nei­ther be ye afraid of their re­vil­ings. 8 For the moth shall eat them up like a gar­ment, and the worm shall eat them like wool: but my righ­teous­ness shall be for ev­er, and my sal­va­tion from gen­er­a­tion to gen­er­a­tion. 9 Awake, awake, put on strength, O arm of the LORD; awake, as in the an­cient days, in the gen­er­a­tions of old. Art thou not it that hath cut Ra­hab, and wound­ed the drag­on? 10 Art thou not it which hath dried the sea, the wa­ters of the great deep; that hath made the depths of the sea a way for the ran­somed to pass over? 11 There­fore the re­deemed of the LORD shall re­turn, and come with singing unto Zion; and ev­er­last­ing joy shall be upon their head: they shall ob­tain glad­ness and joy; and sor­row and mourn­ing shall flee away. 12 I, even I, am he that com­forteth you: who art thou, that thou shouldest be afraid of a man that shall die, and of the son of man which shall be made as grass; 13 And for­gettest the LORD thy mak­er, that hath stretched forth the heav­ens, and laid the foun­da­tions of the earth; and hast feared con­tin­u­al­ly ev­ery day be­cause of the fury of the op­pres­sor, as if he were ready to de­stroy? and where is the fury of the op­pres­sor? 14 The cap­tive ex­ile has­teneth that he may be loosed, and that he should not die in the pit, nor that his bread should fail. 15 But I am the LORD thy God, that di­vid­ed the sea, whose waves roared: The LORD of hosts is his name. 16 And I have put my words in thy mouth, and I have cov­ered thee in the shad­ow of mine hand, that I may plant the heav­ens, and lay the foun­da­tions of the earth, and say unto Zion, Thou art my peo­ple. 17 Awake, awake, stand up, O Jerusalem, which hast drunk at the hand of the LORD the cup of his fury; thou hast drunk­en the dregs of the cup of trem­bling, and wrung them out. 18 There is none to guide her among all the sons whom she hath brought forth; nei­ther is there any that taketh her by the hand of all the sons that she hath brought up. 19 These two things are come unto thee; who shall be sor­ry for thee? des­o­la­tion, and de­struc­tion, and the famine, and the sword: by whom shall I com­fort thee? 20 Thy sons have faint­ed, they lie at the head of all the streets, as a wild bull in a net: they are full of the fury of the LORD, the re­buke of thy God. 21 There­fore hear now this, thou af­flict­ed, and drunk­en, but not with wine: 22 Thus saith thy Lord the LORD, and thy God that plead­eth the cause of his peo­ple, Be­hold, I have tak­en out of thine hand the cup of trem­bling, even the dregs of the cup of my fury; thou shalt no more drink it again: 23 But I will put it into the hand of them that af­flict thee; which have said to thy soul, Bow down, that we may go over: and thou hast laid thy body as the ground, and as the street, to them that went over.