Isaiah 50
1 Thus saith Jehovah, Where is the bill of your mother's divorcement, wherewith
I have put her away? or which of my creditors is it to whom I have sold you?
Behold, for your iniquities were ye sold, and for your transgressions was your
mother put away.
2 Wherefore, when I came, was there no man? when I called, was there none to
answer? Is my hand shortened at all, that it cannot redeem? or have I no power
to deliver? Behold, at my rebuke I dry up the sea, I make the rivers a
wilderness: their fish stink, because there is no water, and die for thirst.
3 I clothe the heavens with blackness, and I make sackcloth their covering.
4 The Lord Jehovah hath given me the tongue of them that are taught, that I may
know how to sustain with words him that is weary: he wakeneth morning by
morning, he wakeneth mine ear to hear as they that are taught.
5 The Lord Jehovah hath opened mine ear, and I was not rebellious, neither
turned away backward.
6 I gave my back to the smiters, and my cheeks to them that plucked off the
hair; I hid not my face from shame and spitting.
7 For the Lord Jehovah will help me; therefore have I not been confounded:
therefore have I set my face like a flint, and I know that I shall not be put to
shame.
8 He is near that justifieth me; who will contend with me? let us stand up
together: who is mine adversary? let him come near to me.
9 Behold, the Lord Jehovah will help me; who is he that shall condemn me?
behold, all they shall wax old as a garment, the moth shall eat them up.
10 Who is among you that feareth Jehovah, that obeyeth the voice of his servant?
he that walketh in darkness, and hath no light, let him trust in the name of
Jehovah, and rely upon his God.
11 Behold, all ye that kindle a fire, that gird yourselves about with
firebrands; walk ye in the flame of your fire, and among the brands that ye have
kindled. This shall ye have of my hand; ye shall lie down in sorrow.