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Isaiah 59:11

Modern King James Version

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

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They draw near, those who follow after wickedness; they are far from Your Law.

Salvation is far from the wicked, for they do not seek Your Precepts.

I am feeble and painfully broken; I have roared because of the groanings of my heart.

Attend to me, and hear me; I wander and I moan in my complaint,

Surely His salvation is near those that fear Him, so that glory may dwell in our land.

Like a twittering swallow, so I chatter; I mourn as a dove; my eyes look weakly to the heights. O Jehovah, I am pressed down; be surety for me.

Your sons have fainted, they lie at the head of all the street like a wild antelope in a net, filled with the fury of Jehovah, the rebuke of your God.

And justice is driven back, and justice stands afar off; for truth has fallen in the street, and right cannot enter.

They did not know the way of peace, and there is no judgment in their paths. They have made crooked paths for themselves; whoever goes in them shall not know peace.

Therefore judgment is far from us; nor does justice overtake us. We wait for light, but behold, dimness; for brightness, but we walk in darkness.

We looked for peace, but no good came; and for a time of health, but 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 cast off my soul from peace; I have forgotten blessedness.

But if their fugitives shall escape, then they shall be like doves of the valleys on the mountains, all of them mourning, each one for his iniquity.

And they have not cried to Me with their heart, when they howled on their beds; they gather themselves for grain and wine, and they rebel against Me.

And she who stood firm is uncovered and caused to go away. And her slave women are moaning like the sound of doves, beating their breast.

But Nineveh is like a pool of water from her days; yet they are fleeing. Halt! Halt! they cry, but none looks back.




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