1Listen, O isles, unto me;
2And he hath made my mouth like a sharp sword;
3And said unto me, Thou art my servant,
4Then I said, I have laboured in vain,
5And now, saith the Lord that formed me from the womb to be his servant,
6And he said, It is a light thing that thou shouldest be my servant
7Thus saith the Lord, the redeemer of Israel, and his Holy One,
8Thus saith the Lord,
9That thou mayest say to the prisoners, Go forth;
10They shall not hunger nor thirst;
11And I will make all my mountains a way,
12Behold, these shall come from far:
13Sing, O heavens; and be joyful, O earth;
14But Zion said, The Lord hath forsaken me,
15Can a woman forget her sucking child,
16Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands;
17Thy children shall make haste;
18Lift up thine eyes round about, and behold:
19For thy waste and thy desolate places, and the land of thy destruction,
20The children which thou shalt have, after thou hast lost the other, shall say again in thine ears,
21Then shalt thou say in thine heart, Who hath begotten me these,
22Thus saith the Lord God,
23And kings shall be thy nursing fathers,
24Shall the prey be taken from the mighty,
25But thus saith the Lord,
26And I will feed them that oppress thee with their own flesh;