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Isaiah 59:11

Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

We shall roar all of us like bears and shall lament as mournful doves. We have looked for judgment; and there is none: for salvation; and it is far from us.

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I will cry like a young swallow, I will meditate like a dove: my eyes are weakened looking upward. Lord, I suffer violence, answer thou for me.

And such of them as shall flee shall escape: and they shall be in the mountains like doves of the valleys, all of them trembling, every one for his iniquity.

And they have not cried to me with their heart, but they howled in their beds: they have thought upon wheat and wine, they are departed from me.

Who will give water to my head and a fountain of tears to my eyes, and I will weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people?

We looked for peace, and no good came: for a time of healing, and, behold, fear.

Therefore is judgment far from us and justice shall not overtake us. We looked for light, and behold darkness: brightness, and we have walked in the dark.

Thy children are cast forth, they have slept at the head of all the ways, as the wild ox that is snared: full of the indignation of the Lord, of the rebuke of thy God.

All the nations thou hast made shall come and adore before thee, O Lord: and they shall glorify thy name.

And now what is my hope? is it not the Lord? and my substance is with thee.

Have mercy on me, O God, for man hath trodden me under foot; all the day long he hath afflicted me fighting against me.

They have not known the way of peace, and there is no judgment in their steps. Their paths are become crooked to them: every one that treadeth in them knoweth no peace.

And judgment is turned away backward, and justice hath stood far off: because truth hath fallen down in the street and equity could not come in.

Vau. And my soul is removed far off from peace: I have forgotten good things.

And the soldier is led away captive: and her bondwomen were led away mourning as doves, murmuring in their hearts.

And as for Ninive, her waters are like a great pool, but the men flee away. They cry: Stand, stand, but there is none that will return back.




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