Isaiah 49:14–21

¹⁴And Zion saith, ‘Jehovah hath forsaken me, And my Lord hath forgotten me.’ ¹⁵Forget doth a woman her suckling, The loved one—the son of her womb? Yea, these forget—but I—I forget not thee. ¹⁶Lo, on the palms of the hand I have graven thee, Thy walls are before Me continually. ¹⁷Hastened have those building thee, Those destroying thee, and laying thee waste, go out from thee.

¹⁸Lift up round about thine eyes and see, All of them have been gathered, They have come to thee. I live, an affirmation of Jehovah! Surely all of them as an ornament thou puttest on, And thou bindest them on like a bride. ¹⁹Because thy wastes, and thy desolate places, And the land of thy ruins, Surely now are straitened because of inhabitants, And far off have been those consuming thee. ²⁰Again do the sons of thy bereavement say in thine ears: ‘The place is too strait for me, Come nigh to me—and I dwell.’ ²¹And thou hast said in thy heart: ‘Who hath begotten for me—these? And I bereaved and gloomy, A captive, and turned aside, And these—who hath nourished? Lo, I—I was left by myself, these—whence are they?