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I will lead him also, and restore comforts unto him
and to his mourners. I create the fruit of the lips; Peace, peace to him that is far off, and to him that is
near, saith the Lord; And I will heal him.
But the wicked are like the troubled sea,
When it cannot rest,
Whose waters cast up mire and dirt.
There is no peace, saith my God, to the wicked.
Cry aloud, spare not,
Wherefore have we afflicted our soul, and thou tak
est no knowledge? Behold, in the day of your fast ye find pleasure, And exact all your labours.
Behold, ye fast for strife and debate,
When thou seest the naked, that thou cover him; And that thou hide not thyself from thine own flesh?
Then shall thy light break forth as the morning,
If thou take away from the midst of thee the yoke,
The putting forth of the finger, and speaking vanity;
And if thou draw out thy soul to the hungry,
And satisfy the afflicted soul;
Then shall thy light rise in obscurity,
And thy darkness be as the noon day:
And the Lord shall guide thee continually,
And satisfy thy soul in drought,
And make fat thy bones:
And thou shalt be like a watered garden,
And like a spring of water, whose waters fail not.
And they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places:
Thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations;
And thou shalt be called, The repairer of the breach,
The restorer of paths to dwell in.
If thou turn away thy foot from the sabbath,
From doing thy pleasure on my holy day;
And call the sabbath a delight,
The holy of the Lord, honourable;
And shalt honour him, not doing thine own ways,
Nor finding thine own pleasure, nor speaking thine
own words: Then shalt thou delight thyself in the Lord; And I will cause thee to ride upon the high places
of the earth,
And feed thee with the heritage of Jacob thy father: For the mouth of the Lord hath spoken it.
Behold, the Lord's hand is not shortened, that it
cannot save; Neither his ear heavy, that it cannot hear: But your iniquities have separated between you and
And your sins have hid his face from you, that he
will not hear. For your hands are defiled with blood, And your fingers with iniquity; Your lips have spoken lies, Your tongue hath muttered perverseness. None calleth for justice, nor any pleadeth for truth: They trust in vanity, and speak lies; They conceive mischief, and bring forth iniquity. They hatch cockatrice' eggs, And weave the spider's web: He that eateth of their eggs dieth, And that which is crushed breaketh out into a viper. Their webs shall not become garments, Neither shall they cover themselves with their
Their works are works of iniquity,
And they make haste to shed innocent blood:
Their thoughts are thoughts of iniquity;
Wasting and destruction are in their paths.
The way of peace they know not;
And there is no judgment in their goings:
They have made them crooked paths:
Whosoever goeth therein shall not know peace.
Therefore is judgment far from us,
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