But Jehovah pleased to crush Him, to make Him sick, so that if He should put His soul as a guilt offering, He shall see His seed; He shall prolong His days; and the pleasure of Jehovah shall prosper in His hand.
Sing out, barren one who never bore; break out a song and shout, you who never brought forth. For the sons of the desolate one are more than the sons of the married woman, says Jehovah.
Lift up Your eyes all around and see; they are all gathering; they are coming to you. Your sons shall come from far away, and Your daughters shall be supported on the side.