Look,הֵןmy servant,עַבְדִּיwhom I uphold;אֶתְמָךְ בּוֹmy chosen one,בְּחִירִיin whom my soulנַפְשִׁיdelights;רָצְתָהI have putנָתַתִּיmy spiritרוּחִיupon him;עָלָיוjusticeמִשְׁפָּטto the nationsלַגּוֹיִםhe will bring out.יוֹצִיא
He will notלֹאcry out,יִצְעַקnorוְלֹאlift up his voice,יִשָּׂאnorוְלֹאmake heardיַשְׁמִיעַin the streetבַּחוּץhis voice.קוֹלוֹ
A brokenרָצוּץreedקָנֶהhe will notלֹאbreak,יִשְׁבּוֹרand a dimly burningכֵהָהwickוּפִשְׁתָּהhe will notלֹאquench;יְכַבֶּנָּהin truthלֶאֱמֶתhe will bring outיוֹצִיאjustice.מִשְׁפָּט
He will notלֹאgrow dimיִכְהֶהnorוְלֹאbe broken,יָרוּץuntilעַדhe establishesיָשִׂיםjusticeמִשְׁפָּטin the earth;בָּאָרֶץand for his instructionוּלְתוֹרָתוֹthe coastlandsאִיִּיםwill wait.יְיַחֵילוּ
ThusכֹּהsaysאָמַרEl,הָאֵלYHWH,יְהוָהwho createsבּוֹרֵאthe heavensהַשָּׁמַיִםand stretches them out,וְנוֹטֵיהֶםwho spreads outרֹקַעthe earthהָאָרֶץand what comes from it,וְצֶאֱצָאֶיהָwho givesנֹתֵןbreathנְשָׁמָהto the peopleלָעָםon itעָלֶיהָand spiritוְרוּחַto those who walkלַהֹלְכִיםin it:בָּהּ
“I,אֲנִיYHWH,יְהוָהhave called youקְרָאתִיךָin righteousness,בְצֶדֶקand I will take hold ofוְאַחְזֵקyour hand,בְּיָדֶךָand I will keep you,וְאֶצָּרְךָand I will give youוְאֶתֶּנְךָas a covenantלִבְרִיתof the people,עָםas a lightלְאוֹרof the nations,גּוֹיִם
to openלִפְקֹחַblindעִוְרוֹתeyes,עֵינַיִםto bring outלְהוֹצִיאfrom confinementמִמַּסְגֵּרthe prisoner,אַסִּירfrom the prison houseמִבֵּית כֶּלֶאthose who dwellיֹשְׁבֵיin darkness.חֹשֶׁךְ
I amאֲנִיYHWH;יְהוָהthatהוּאis my name;שְׁמִיand my gloryוּכְבוֹדִיto anotherלְאַחֵרI will notלֹאgive,אֶתֵּןnor my praiseוּתְהִלָּתִיto carved images.לַפְּסִילִים
The former things,הָרִאשֹׁנוֹתlook,הִנֵּהhave come,בָאוּand new thingsוַחֲדָשׁוֹתIאֲנִיdeclare;מַגִּידbeforeבְּטֶרֶםthey spring upתִּצְמַחְנָהI make you hear them.”אַשְׁמִיע אֶתְכֶם
Singשִׁירוּto YHWHלַיהוָהa newחָדָשׁsong,שִׁירhis praiseתְּהִלָּתוֹfrom the endמִקְצֵהof the earth,הָאָרֶץyou who go downיוֹרְדֵיto the sea,הַיָּםand what fills it,וּמְלֹאוֹcoastlandsאִיִּיםand their inhabitants.וְיֹשְׁבֵיהֶם
Let the wildernessמִדְבָּרand its citiesוְעָרָיוlift up their voice,יִשְׂאוּthe villagesחֲצֵרִיםwhere Kedarקֵדָרdwells;תֵּשֵׁבlet the inhabitantsיֹשְׁבֵיof Selaסֶלַעshout for joy;יָרֹנּוּfrom the topמֵרֹאשׁof the mountainsהָרִיםlet them cry out.יִצְוָחוּ
Let them giveיָשִׂימוּto YHWHלַיהוָהglory,כָּבוֹדand his praiseוּתְהִלָּתוֹin the coastlandsבָּאִיִּיםlet them declare.יַגִּידוּ
YHWHיְהוָהlike a mighty manכַּגִּבּוֹרwill go out;יֵצֵאlike a manכְּאִישׁof warsמִלְחָמוֹתhe will stir upיָעִירzeal;קִנְאָהhe will shout,יָרִיעַindeed,אַףhe will raise the war cry;יַצְרִיחַagainstעַלhis enemiesאֹיְבָיוhe will show himself mighty.יִתְגַּבָּר
“I have kept silentהֶחֱשֵׁיתִיfor ages past;מֵעוֹלָםI have been still,אַחֲרִישׁI have restrained myself;אֶתְאַפָּקlike a woman giving birthכַּיּוֹלֵדָהI will groan;אֶפְעֶהI will pantאֶשֹּׁםand gaspוְאֶשְׁאַףat once.יָחַד
I will lay wasteאַחֲרִיבmountainsהָרִיםand hills,וּגְבָעוֹתand allוְכָלtheir vegetationעֶשְׂבָּםI will dry up;אוֹבִישׁand I will turnוְשַׂמְתִּיriversנְהָרוֹתinto coastlands,לָאִיִּיםand the poolsוַאֲגַמִּיםI will dry up.אוֹבִישׁ
And I will leadוְהוֹלַכְתִּיthe blindעִוְרִיםby a wayבְּדֶרֶךְthat they have notלֹאknown;יָדָעוּin pathsבִּנְתִיבוֹתthat they have notלֹאknownיָדְעוּI will make them tread;אַדְרִיכֵםI will makeאָשִׂיםthe dark placesמַחְשָׁךְbefore themלִפְנֵיהֶםinto light,לָאוֹרand the crooked placesוּמַעֲקַשִּׁיםinto a plain.לְמִישׁוֹרTheseאֵלֶּהthingsהַדְּבָרִיםI will do,עֲשִׂיתִםand I will notוְלֹאabandon them.עֲזַבְתִּים
They will be turnedנָסֹגוּback,אָחוֹרthey will be utterly put to shame,יֵבֹשׁוּ בֹשֶׁתthose who trustהַבֹּטְחִיםin the carved image,בַּפָּסֶלwho sayהָאֹמְרִיםto the cast image,לְמַסֵּכָה‘Youאַתֶּםare our gods.’אֱלֹהֵינוּ
You deaf,הַחֵרְשִׁיםhear;שְׁמָעוּand you blind,וְהַעִוְרִיםlookהַבִּיטוּto see.לִרְאוֹת
Whoמִיis blindעִוֵּרbutכִּי אִםmy servant,עַבְדִּיor deafוְחֵרֵשׁlike my messengerכְּמַלְאָכִיwhom I send?אֶשְׁלָחWhoמִיis blindעִוֵּרlike the one at peace with me,כִּמְשֻׁלָּםor blindוְעִוֵּרlike the servantכְּעֶבֶדof YHWH?יְהוָה
You seeרָאוֹתmany things,רַבּוֹתbut do notוְלֹאkeep them;תִשְׁמֹרthe ears are open,פָּקוֹחַ אָזְנַיִםbut he does notוְלֹאhear.”יִשְׁמָע
YHWHיְהוָהwas pleased,חָפֵץfor the sakeלְמַעַןof his righteousness,צִדְקוֹto magnifyיַגְדִּילthe instructionתּוֹרָהand make it glorious.וְיַאְדִּיר
Butוְthisהוּאis a peopleעַםplunderedבָּזוּזand despoiled;וְשָׁסוּיall of themכֻּלָּםare trappedהָפֵחַin the holes,בַּחוּרִיםand in housesוּבְבָתֵּיof prisonכְלָאִיםthey are hidden;הָחְבָּאוּthey have becomeהָיוּplunder,לָבַזand there is noוְאֵיןone to deliver;מַצִּילspoil,מְשִׁסָּהand there is noוְאֵיןone to say,אֹמֵר“Give it back!”הָשַׁב
Whoמִיamong youבָכֶםwill give earיַאֲזִיןto this,זֹאתwill pay attentionיַקְשִׁבand hearוְיִשְׁמַעfor the time to come?לְאָחוֹר
WhoמִיgaveנָתַןJacobיַעֲקֹבto spoil,לִמְשִׁסָּהand Israelוְיִשְׂרָאֵלto plunderers?לְבֹזְזִיםWas it notהֲלוֹאYHWH,יְהוָהthis oneזוּagainst whomלוֹwe have sinned?חָטָאנוּAnd they were not willingוְלֹא אָבוּto walkהָלוֹךְin his ways,בִדְרָכָיוand they did notוְלֹאlistenשָׁמְעוּto his instruction.בְּתוֹרָתוֹ
So he poured outוַיִּשְׁפֹּךְon himעָלָיוthe furyחֵמָהof his angerאַפּוֹand the fiercenessוֶעֱזוּזof war;מִלְחָמָהand it set him ablazeוַתְּלַהֲטֵהוּall around,מִסָּבִיבbut he did notוְלֹאknow it;יָדָעand it burnedוַתִּבְעַרagainst him,בּוֹbut he did notוְלֹאtake itיָשִׂיםto heart.עַל לֵב