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Isaiah 41
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Listen in silence before me, you lands beyond the sea!
Bring your strongest arguments! Come now and speak!
The court is ready for your case!
Who has stirred up this king from the east
Rightly calling him to God's service?
Who gives this man victory over many nations and
Permits him to trample their kings underfoot?
With his sword he reduces armies to dust; with his bow he
Scatters them like chaff before the wind. He chases them away
And goes on safely, though he is walking over unfamiliar ground
Who has done such mighty deeds, summoning each
New generation from the beginning of time?
It is I, the Lord, the First and the Last; I alone am he
The lands beyond the sea watch in fear; remote lands
Tremble and mobilize for war. The idol makers encourage
One another, saying to each other, "Be strong!"
The carver encourages the goldsmith
And the molder helps at the anvil
"Good!" they say. "It's coming along fine!"
Carefully they join the parts together, then
Fasten the thing in place so it won't fall over
But as for you, Israel, my servant, Jacob, my chosen one, descended
From Abraham, my friend, I have called you back from the ends of
The earth, saying, "You are my servant, for I have chosen you
And will not throw you away. Don't be afraid, for I am with you
Don't be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you
And help you; I will hold you up with my victorious right hand."
See! All your angry enemies lie there, confused and humiliated
Anyone who opposes you will die and come to nothing
You will look in vain for those who tried to conquer you
Those who attack you will come to nothing, for I hold
You by your right hand, I, the Lord your God. And I
Say to you, "Don't be afraid. I am here to help you."
Though you are a lowly worm, O Jacob, don't be afraid
People of Israel, for I will help you. I am the
Lord, your Redeemer; I am the Holy One of Israel
You will be a new threshing instrument with many sharp
Teeth. You will tear your enemies apart, making chaff of
Mountains. You will toss them into the air, and the wind
Will blow them all away; a whirlwind will scatter them
Then you will rejoice in the Lord; you
Will glory in the Holy One of Israel
When the poor and needy search for water, and there is none
And their tongues are parched from thirst, then I, the Lord
Will answer them; I, the God of Israel, will never abandon them
I will open up rivers for them on the high plateaus; I will
Give them fountains of water in the valleys; I will fill the
Desert with pools of water. Rivers fed by springs will flow
Across the parched ground. I will plant trees in the barren
Desert: cedar, acacia, myrtle, olive, cypress, fir, and pine
I am doing this so all who see this miracle will
Understand what it means: that it is the Lord who
Has done this, the Holy One of Israel who created it
Present the case for your idols, says the Lord. Let them show
What they can do, says the King of Israel. Let them try to tell
Us what happened long ago, so that we may consider the evidence
Or let them tell us what the future holds, so we can
Know what's going to happen. Yes, tell us what will
Occur in the days ahead. Then we will know you are gods
In fact, do anything, good or bad! Do
Something that will amaze and frighten us!
But no! You are less than nothing and can do nothing
At all! Those who choose you pollute themselves
But I have stirred up a leader who will approach from the north
From the east he will call on my name. I will give him victory over
Kings and princes; he will trample them as a potter treads on clay
Who told you from the beginning this would happen?
Who predicted this, making you admit that he was right?
No one said a word! I was the first to tell Zion, "Look, help is
On the way! I will send Jerusalem a messenger with good news."
Not one of your idols told you this; not one gave any
Answer when I asked. See, they are all foolish
Worthless things; all your idols are as empty as the wind
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