Isaiah 62:8–63:6

⁸Sworn hath Jehovah by His right hand, Even by the arm of His strength: ‘I give not thy corn any more as food for thine enemies, Nor do sons of a stranger drink thy new wine, For which thou hast laboured. ⁹For, those gathering it do eat it, and have praised Jehovah, And those collecting it do drink it in My holy courts.’

¹⁰Pass ye on, pass on through the gates, Prepare ye the way of the people, Raise up, raise up the highway, clear it from stones, Lift up an ensign over the peoples. ¹¹Lo, Jehovah hath proclaimed unto the end of the earth: ‘Say ye to the daughter of Zion, Lo, thy salvation hath come,’ Lo, his hire is with him, and his wage before him. ¹²And they have cried to them, ‘People of the Holy One, Redeemed of Jehovah,’ Yea, to thee is called, ‘Sought out one, a city not forsaken!’

Chapter 63

¹‘Who is this coming from Edom? With dyed garments from Bozrah? This that is honourable in his clothing, Travelling in the abundance of his power?’—‘I, speaking in righteousness, mighty to save.’ ²‘Wherefore is thy clothing red? And thy garments as treading in a wine fat?’ —‘A wine-press I have trodden by myself, And of the peoples there is no one with me, And I tread them in mine anger, And I trample them in my fury, Sprinkled is their strength on my garments, And all my clothing I have polluted. ⁴For the day of vengeance is in my heart, And the year of my redeemed hath come. ⁵And I look attentively, and there is none helping, And I am astonished that there is none supporting, And give salvation to me doth mine own arm. And my wrath—it hath supported me. ⁶And I tread down peoples in mine anger, And I make them drunk in my fury, And I bring down to earth their strength.