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Is that the sort of fast that pleases me, a day when a person inflicts pain on himself? Hanging your head like a reed, spreading out sackcloth and ashes? Is that what you call fasting, a day acceptable to Yahweh? (Isaiah 58, 5)
Is it not sharing your food with the hungry, and sheltering the homeless poor; if you see someone lacking clothes, to clothe him, and not to turn away from your own kin? (Isaiah 58, 7)
Then your light will blaze out like the dawn and your wound be quickly healed over. Saving justice will go ahead of you and Yahweh's glory come behind you. (Isaiah 58, 8)
if you deprive yourself for the hungry and satisfy the needs of the afflicted, your light will rise in the darkness, and your darkest hour will be like noon. (Isaiah 58, 10)
Yahweh will always guide you, will satisfy your needs in the scorched land; he will give strength to your bones and you will be like a watered garden, like a flowing spring whose waters never run dry. (Isaiah 58, 11)
Your ancient ruins will be rebuilt; you will build on age -- old foundations. You will be called 'Breach-mender', 'Restorer of streets to be lived in'. (Isaiah 58, 12)
If you refrain from breaking the Sabbath, from taking your own pleasure on my holy day, if you call the Sabbath 'Delightful', and the day sacred to Yahweh 'Honourable', if you honour it by abstaining from travel, from seeking your own pleasure and from too much talk, (Isaiah 58, 13)
then you will find true happiness in Yahweh, and I shall lead you in triumph over the heights of the land. I shall feed you on the heritage of your father Jacob, for the mouth of Yahweh has spoken. (Isaiah 58, 14)
but your guilty deeds have made a gulf between you and your God. Your sins have made him hide his face from you so as not to hear you, (Isaiah 59, 2)
since your hands are stained with blood and your fingers with guilt; your lips utter lies, your tongues murmur wickedness. (Isaiah 59, 3)
They do not know the way of peace, there is no fair judgement in their course, they have made their own crooked paths, and no one treading them knows any peace. (Isaiah 59, 8)
Like the blind we feel our way along walls, we grope our way like people without eyes. We stumble as though noon were twilight, among the robust we are like the dead. (Isaiah 59, 10)
