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So it is with the word by these lips of mine once uttered; it will not come back, an empty echo, the way it went; all my will it carries out, speeds on its errand. (Isaiah 55, 11)
Keep right order, the Lord says, faithful to your duty still; ere long I will send deliverance, my own faithfulness shall be revealed. (Isaiah 56, 1)
Proselyte let him be, of alien birth, will the Lord deny him citizenship? Eunuch let him be, is he no better than a barren trunk, cut down as worthless? (Isaiah 56, 3)
And so it shall be with the alien born, will they but throw in their lot with the Lord’s worshippers, that cherish the love of his name; the Lord’s servants that keep the sabbath inviolate, and are true to his covenant. (Isaiah 56, 6)
Here are none but blind watchmen, all unawares; here are dumb dogs that cannot bark, false seers that lie sleeping, in love with their dreams; (Isaiah 56, 10)
But you, come and answer for yourselves, brood of the sorceress, children of the adulterer and the harlot! (Isaiah 57, 3)
Over whom would you make merry, with open mouth and hanging tongue? What are you but the sons of shame, a bastard race? (Isaiah 57, 4)
Where the valleys part,✻ there is thy part and lot; to those thou wilt pour out libations, wilt offer sacrifice; and must I look on unmoved? (Isaiah 57, 6)
Keepsake of mine must be put behind the door, where the posts should hide it, now thou wouldst strip thee naked and let in a gallant in my place, make free with my marriage-bed! With such as these thou didst exchange vows, greedily thou didst buy their good will. (Isaiah 57, 8)
A king’s favour to win,✻ with ointments thou wouldst cover thee, wouldst spare no kind of perfume; on a far errand thy envoys went out, and ever thy pride was humbled, low as hell itself. (Isaiah 57, 9)
I will not be always claiming my due, I will not cherish my anger eternally; what soul but takes its origin from me? Am I not the maker of all that breathes?✻ (Isaiah 57, 16)
But rebellious hearts are like the tempestuous sea that can never find repose; its waters must ever be churning up mire and scum. (Isaiah 57, 20)
