9 aAwake, awake, put on strength, O arm of the Lord;
Awake as in the bdays of old, the generations of long ago.
cWas it not You who cut Rahab in pieces,
Who pierced the ddragon?
10 Was it not You who adried up the sea,
The waters of the great deep;
Who made the depths of the sea a pathway
For the bredeemed to cross over?
11 So the aransomed of the Lord will return
And come with joyful shouting to Zion,
And beverlasting joy will be on their heads.
They will obtain gladness and joy,
And csorrow and sighing will flee away.