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Isaiah 59:11

New English Translation

We all growl like bears, we coo mournfully like doves; we wait for deliverance, but there is none, for salvation, but it is far from us.

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Those who are eager to do wrong draw near; they are far from your law.

The wicked have no chance for deliverance, for they do not seek your statutes.

I am numb with pain and severely battered; I groan loudly because of the anxiety I feel.

Pay attention to me and answer me! I am so upset and distressed, I am beside myself,

Certainly his loyal followers will soon experience his deliverance; then his splendor will again appear in our land.

Like a swallow or a thrush I chirp, I coo like a dove; my eyes grow tired from looking up to the sky. O sovereign master, I am oppressed; help me!

Your children faint; they lie at the head of every street like an antelope in a snare. They are left in a stupor by the Lord’s anger, by the battle cry of your God.

Justice is driven back; godliness stands far off. Indeed, honesty stumbles in the city square and morality is not even able to enter.

They are unfamiliar with peace; their deeds are unjust. They use deceitful methods, and whoever deals with them is unfamiliar with peace.

For this reason deliverance is far from us and salvation does not reach us. We wait for light, but see only darkness; we wait for a bright light, but live in deep darkness.

We hoped for good fortune, but nothing good has come of it. We hoped for a time of relief, but instead we experience terror.

(8:23) I wish that my head were a well full of water and my eyes were a fountain full of tears! If they were, I could cry day and night for those of my dear people who have been killed.

I am deprived of peace; I have forgotten what happiness is.

Their survivors will escape to the mountains and become like doves of the valleys; all of them will moan – each one for his iniquity.

They do not pray to me, but howl in distress on their beds; They slash themselves for grain and new wine, but turn away from me.

Nineveh is taken into exile and is led away; her slave girls moan like doves while they beat their breasts.

Nineveh was like a pool of water throughout her days, but now her people are running away; she cries out: “Stop! Stop!” – but no one turns back.




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