Isaiah 42:1–9

¹Lo, My servant, I take hold on him, My chosen one—My soul hath accepted, I have put My Spirit upon him, Judgment to nations he bringeth forth. ²He doth not cry, nor lift up, Nor cause his voice to be heard, in the street. ³A bruised reed he breaketh not, And dim flax he quencheth not, To truth he bringeth forth judgment. ⁴He doth not become weak nor bruised, Till he setteth judgment in the earth, And for his law isles wait with hope.

⁵Thus said God, Jehovah, preparing The heavens, and stretching them out, Spreading out the earth and its productions, Giving breath to the people on it, And spirit to those walking in it. ⁶I, Jehovah, did call thee in righteousness, And I lay hold on thy hand, and keep thee, And I give thee for a covenant of a people, And a light of nations. ⁷To open the eyes of the blind, To bring forth from prison the bound one, From the house of restraint those sitting in darkness. ⁸I am Jehovah, this is My name, And Mine honour to another I give not, Nor My praise to graven images. ⁹The former things, lo, have come, And new things I am declaring, Before they spring up I cause you to hear.