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The godless will not learn that lesson from mercy shewn him; in a land that is all holiness, they will pervert justice still, no eyes for the Lord’s majesty. (Isaiah 26, 10)
See, where the Lord comes out from his dwelling-place, holds the nations of the world to account for their guilt! Earth shall disclose the blood spilt on it, and no more cover its dead. (Isaiah 26, 21)
But now, see how it clings to my protection! Ay, it shall have peace, it shall make its peace with me. (Isaiah 27, 5)
Meanwhile, the city that once was fortified must lie desolate, forsaken, that fair dwelling-place, abandoned, part of the wilderness; cattle will browse and lie down, and crop the tall bushes on it; (Isaiah 27, 10)
What, these too? These too fuddled with wine, bemused with their revelling? High revel they hold, priest and prophet together, till all are fuddled and sodden with wine, their wits bemused; what wonder if the true seer goes unrecognized, if justice is forgotten? (Isaiah 28, 7)
This lesson, too, the Lord would teach us; learn we how wonderful are his designs, how high above us his dealings. (Isaiah 28, 29)
So deep a lethargy the Lord instils, blinding the prophets that should be your eyes, muffling with a veil the wise heads that should see visions for you. (Isaiah 29, 10)
Out on you, that would hide your designs from the Lord in the depth of your hearts, plotting on in the dark and telling yourselves none can see, none can find you out! (Isaiah 29, 15)
Then this book will have a message for deaf ears to hear, for blind eyes to see through the mist that darkens them; (Isaiah 29, 18)
From him, the Holy One of Israel, this message: Warning of mine you have rejected, so blindly you trust your own cunning, your own headstrong will. (Isaiah 30, 12)
A promise from the Lord God! Here is lion, or cub of a lion, growling over his prey; what though the shepherds rally, and go out to meet him? Nothing cares he for their shouts, is not awed by their numbers. So it will be with the Lord of hosts, when he comes down to war, here on mount Sion, with his own hill-side for battle-ground. (Isaiah 31, 4)
mourn for lost fruitfulness, for the fields once so smiling, for the vineyards that bore so well. (Isaiah 32, 12)
