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Thus says the Lord, Who can shew writ of separation your mother had from me when I sent her away? Was I in debt, that I must needs sell you as slaves? Nay, if I sold you, it was for your disobedience; it was wanton wife I thrust out of doors. (Isaiah 50, 1)
Blessed, every man that so lives, every mother’s son that by this rule holds fast, keeps the sabbath holy, and his own hands clear of mischief. (Isaiah 56, 2)
Naught comes of it but law-suit and quarrelling; angry blows profane it. A better fast you must keep than of old, ere plea of yours makes itself heard above. (Isaiah 58, 4)
A stream of camels thronging about thee, dromedaries from Madian and Epha, bringing all the men of Saba✻ with their gifts of gold and incense, their cry of praise to the Lord! (Isaiah 60, 6)
These, too, are thy sons; long since, the islands and the ocean-going ships have awaited my signal, when I would bring them home from far away, their silver and their gold with them, for the honour of the Lord thy God, the Holy One of Israel, that has bestowed this glory on thee. (Isaiah 60, 9)
I will exchange thy brass for gold, thy iron for silver, thy wood for brass, thy stone for iron; I will give thee peace itself to be thy government, justice itself to be thy magistracy; (Isaiah 60, 17)
Well may I rejoice in the Lord, well may this heart triumph in my God. The deliverance he sends is like a garment that wraps me about, his mercy like a cloak enfolding me; no bridegroom so proud of garland that crowns him, no bride of the necklace she wears. (Isaiah 61, 10)
The Lord upholds thee, his crown, his pride; thy God upholds thee, his royal diadem. (Isaiah 62, 3)
My heart told me the time had come for vengeance, this was my destined year of ransom; (Isaiah 63, 4)
looked I all around, there was none to help me; vainly I called for aid. My own arm should bring the deliverance I intended; my own indignation uphold me.✻ (Isaiah 63, 5)
Through its waters they passed, sure of their foothold as horse that is led through the desert; (Isaiah 63, 13)
Yet, who is our father, Lord, if not thou? Let Abraham disown us, Israel disclaim his own blood, we are thy sons still; is it not thy boast of old, thou hast paid a price for us? (Isaiah 63, 16)
