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Isaiah 59:11

New King James Version

We all growl like bears, And moan sadly like doves; We look for justice, but there is none; For salvation, but it is far from us.

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They draw near who follow after wickedness; They are far from Your law.

Salvation is far from the wicked, For they do not seek Your statutes.

I am feeble and severely broken; I groan because of the turmoil of my heart.

Attend to me, and hear me; I am restless in my complaint, and moan noisily,

Surely His salvation is near to those who fear Him, That glory may dwell in our land.

Like a crane or a swallow, so I chattered; I mourned like a dove; My eyes fail from looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; Undertake for me!

Your sons have fainted, They lie at the head of all the streets, Like an antelope in a net; They are full of the fury of the Lord, The rebuke of your God.

Justice is turned back, And righteousness stands afar off; For truth is fallen in the street, And equity cannot enter.

The way of peace they have not known, And there is no justice in their ways; They have made themselves crooked paths; Whoever takes that way shall not know peace.

Therefore justice is far from us, Nor does righteousness overtake us; We look for light, but there is darkness! For brightness, but we walk in blackness!

“We looked for peace, but no good came; And for a time of health, and there was 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!

You have moved my soul far from peace; I have forgotten prosperity.

‘Those who survive will escape and be on the mountains Like doves of the valleys, All of them mourning, Each for his iniquity.

They did not cry out to Me with their heart When they wailed upon their beds. “They assemble together for grain and new wine, They rebel against Me;

It is decreed: She shall be led away captive, She shall be brought up; And her maidservants shall lead her as with the voice of doves, Beating their breasts.

Though Nineveh of old was like a pool of water, Now they flee away. “Halt! Halt!” they cry; But no one turns back.




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