Isaiah

1 Arise, be bright, for come hath thy light, And the honour of Jehovah hath risen on thee. 2 For,

1 Lo, the hand of Jehovah Hath not been shortened from saving, Nor heavy his ear from hearing. 2 But

1 Call with the throat, restrain not, As a trumpet lift up thy voice, And declare to My people their

1 Didst Thou not rend the heavens? Thou didst come down, From thy presence did mountains flow, 2 (As fire

1 `Who `is’ this coming from Edom? With dyed garments from Bozrah? This that is honourable in his clothing, Travelling

1 For Zion’s sake I am not silent, And for Jerusalem’s sake I do not rest, Till her righteousness go

1 Thus said Jehovah: The heavens `are’ My throne, And the earth My footstool, Where `is’ this — the house