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Isaiah 59:11

American King James Version (1999)

We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.

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They draw near that follow after mischief: they are far from your law.

Salvation is far from the wicked: for they seek not your statutes.

I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.

Attend to me, and hear me: I mourn in my complaint, and make a noise;

Surely his salvation is near them that fear him; that glory may dwell in our land.

Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: my eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.

Your sons have fainted, they lie at the head of all the streets, as a wild bull in a net: they are full of the fury of the LORD, the rebuke of your God.

And judgment is turned away backward, and justice stands afar off: for truth is fallen in the street, and equity cannot enter.

The way of peace they know not; and there is no judgment in their goings: they have made them crooked paths: whoever goes therein shall not know peace.

Therefore is judgment far from us, neither does justice overtake us: we wait for light, but behold obscurity; for brightness, but we walk in darkness.

We looked for peace, but no good came; and for a time of health, and behold trouble!

Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!

And you have removed my soul far off from peace: I forgot prosperity.

But they that escape of them shall escape, and shall be on the mountains like doves of the valleys, all of them mourning, every one for his iniquity.

And they have not cried to me with their heart, when they howled on their beds: they assemble themselves for corn and wine, and they rebel against me.

And Huzzab shall be led away captive, she shall be brought up, and her maids shall lead her as with the voice of doves, beating on their breasts.

But Nineveh is of old like a pool of water: yet they shall flee away. Stand, stand, shall they cry; but none shall look back.




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