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Isaiah 59:11

Revised Version 1885

We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgement, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.

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They draw nigh that follow after wickedness; They are far from thy law.

Salvation is far from the wicked; For they seek not thy statutes.

I am faint and sore bruised: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.

Attend unto me, and answer me: I am restless in my complaint, and moan;

Surely his salvation is nigh them that fear him; That glory may dwell in our land.

Like a swallow or a crane, so did I chatter; I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward; O LORD, I am oppressed, be thou my surety.

Thy sons have fainted, they lie at the top of all the streets, as an antelope in a net; they are full of the fury of the LORD, the rebuke of thy God.

And judgement is turned away backward, and righteousness standeth afar off: for truth is fallen in the street, and uprightness cannot enter.

The way of peace they know not; and there is no judgement in their goings: they have made them crooked paths; whosoever goeth therein doth not know peace.

Therefore is judgement far from us, neither doth righteousness overtake us: we look for light, but behold darkness; for brightness, but we walk in obscurity.

We looked for peace, but no good came; and for a time of healing, and behold dismay!

Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!

And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace; I forgat prosperity.

But they that escape of them shall escape, and shall be on the mountains like doves of the valleys, all of them mourning, every one in his iniquity.

And they have not cried unto me with their heart, but they howl upon their beds: they assemble themselves for corn and wine, they rebel against me.

And Huzzab is uncovered, she is carried away, and her handmaids mourn as with the voice of doves, tabering upon their breasts.

But Nineveh hath been from of old like a pool of water: yet they flee away; Stand, stand, they cry; but none looketh back.




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