View text in paragraph format View text in list format

Parsha 'Ekev | Book: Isaiah

Chapter 49

14Zion says,
“The Lord has forsaken me,
My Lord has forgotten me.”

15Can a woman forget her baby,
Or disown the child of her womb?
Though she might forget,
I never could forget you.

16See, I have engraved you
On the palms of My hands,
Your walls are ever before Me.

17Swiftly your children are coming;
Those who ravaged and ruined you shall leave you.

18Look up all around you and see:
They are all assembled, are come to you!
As I live
—declares the Lord—
You shall don them all like jewels,
Deck yourself with them like a bride.

19As for your ruins and desolate places
And your land laid waste—
You shall soon be crowded with settlers,
While destroyers stay far from you.

20The children you thought you had lost
Shall yet say in your hearing,
“The place is too crowded for me;
Make room for me to settle.”

21And you will say to yourself,
“Who bore these for me
When I was bereaved and barren,
Exiled and disdained—
By whom, then, were these reared?
I was left all alone—
And where have these been?”

22Thus said the Lord God:
I will raise My hand to nations
And lift up My ensign to peoples;
And they shall bring your sons in their bosoms,
And carry your daughters on their backs.

23Kings shall tend your children,
Their queens shall serve you as nurses.
They shall bow to you, face to the ground,
And lick the dust of your feet.
And you shall know that I am the Lord—
Those who trust in Me shall not be shamed.

24Can spoil be taken from a warrior,
Or captives retrieved from a victor?

25Yet thus said the Lord:
Captives shall be taken from a warrior
And spoil shall be retrieved from a tyrant;
For
And

26I will make your oppressors eat their own flesh,
They shall be drunk with their own blood as with wine.
And all mankind shall know
That I the Lord am your Savior,
The Mighty One of Jacob, your Redeemer.

Chapter 50

1Thus said the Lord:
Where is the bill of divorce
Of your mother whom I dismissed?
And which of My creditors was it
To whom I sold you off?
You were only sold off for your sins,
And your mother dismissed for your crimes.

2Why, when I came, was no one there,
Why, when I called, would none respond?
Is my arm, then, too short to rescue,
Have I not the power to save?
With a mere rebuke I dry up the sea,
And turn rivers into desert.
Their fish stink from lack of water;
They lie dead of thirst.

3I clothe the skies in blackness
And make their raiment sackcloth.

4The Lord God gave me a skilled tongue,
To know how to speak timely words to the weary.
Morning by morning, He rouses,
He rouses my ear
To give heed like disciples.

5The Lord God opened my ears,
And I did not disobey,
I did not run away.

6I offered my back to the floggers,
And my cheeks to those who tore out my hair.
I did not hide my face
From insult and spittle.

7But the Lord God will help me—
Therefore I feel no disgrace;
Therefore I have set my face like flint,
And I know I shall not be shamed.

8My Vindicator is at hand—
Who dares contend with me?
Let us stand up together!
Who would be my opponent?
Let him approach me!

9Lo, the Lord God will help me—
Who can get a verdict against me?
They shall all wear out like a garment,
The moth shall consume them.

10Who among you reveres the Lord
And heeds the voice of His servant?—
Though he walk in darkness
And have no light,
Let him trust in the name of the Lord
And rely upon his God.

11But you are all kindlers of fire,
Girding on firebrands.
Walk by the blaze of your fire,
By the brands that you have lit!
This has come to you from My hand:
You shall lie down in pain.

Chapter 51

1Listen to Me, you who pursue justice,
You who seek the Lord:
Look to the rock you were hewn from,
To the quarry you were dug from.

2Look back to Abraham your father
And to Sarah who brought you forth.
For he was only one when I called him,
But I blessed him and made him many.

3Truly the Lord has comforted Zion,
Comforted all her ruins;
He has made her wilderness like Eden,
Her desert like the Garden of the Lord.
Gladness and joy shall abide there,
Thanksgiving and the sound of music.

Add Remark

Parsha Tags

Save to My Feeds