Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 45

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 45

The LORD, to his anointed one, thus says,

to Cyrus, whose right hand that I have grasped,

so, all the nations, he will downwards tramp

and in his service, he makes the kings run

to open up the gateways before him,

so that their gates won’t be closed, not a one.

Before you I will go and level them,

the mountains.  I will break down all the doors

of bronze, and those of iron, all the bars.

I shall cut through them.  I will give to you 

the gifts of darkness that no one has viewed

and hoards of wealth that no one ever knew,

so that you may know that I am the LORD

who calls you by your name, I’m Is’rael’s God.

It’s for my servant Jacob, his own sake, 

and Is’rael who’s my chosen one, by name

I’ve called you, and a title, given you

despite the fact that me, you never knew.

I am the LORD, I’m utterly unique.

There is no other God except for me.

I arm you even though you don’t know me

so all may know besides me there is none.

From where it rises, in the east, the sun,

clear to the west.  It’s I who form the light,

the darkness, I create, and both alike

I make well-being and disaster too.

It’s I the LORD, all these things, what I do.

Rain righteousness, you heavens, let the skies

pour justice, so that it may upwards rise,

salvation from the earth, and righteousness

bud forth.  The LORD, I, have created this.

Woe to you who will with your Maker strive.

To make the earthenware: the potter’s right.

The clay, who fashions it, it ask him, will:

“What do you make to fire inside the kiln?”,

or will the pot tell him, “You have no skill”?

Woe to the child who to the father says,

“Begetting, why are you?” or asks her this,

the mother, “What are you in labor with?”

Thus says the LORD, the Holy One is he,

of Is’rael, and its maker, Question me,

will you about my children or command

me in the ways I’m working with my hands?

All by myself, the earth is what I made

and humankind upon it, I create.

With my own hands, the heavens, I outstretched

and all their host, they are what I direct.

It’s Cyrus, I aroused in righteousness

and, straight the way, that I’ve made all his paths

Who will rebuild my city? It is he,

and he is who, my exiles, will set free–

with neither ransom nor indemnity,

thus says the LORD of hosts, all of, words, these.

Thus says the LORD, Of Egypt, what it earns,

of Ethiopia, all of its wares,

and the Sabeans, tall of stature, who’re,

shall, over, come to you and will be yours.

They shall, you, follow and how, they in chains

shall, over, come to you, and fall prostrate.

They’ll, supplication, make to you and say,

“God is with you alone and there is not

another, all the other gods are nought.”

You are a God who surely hides himself,

the Savior who’s the God of Israel.

All of them are, to shame, put, and disgraced,

they are confounded, those, who, idols, make.

But by the LORD, it’s Is’rael who is saved,

delivering them for eternity.

Confounded, you wn’t be, nor put to shame.

How you are saved? It’s everlastingly.

For thus the LORD says, who, the heavens, made

he, who is God, the earth formed, and it, shaped,

and by himself he fixed it firm in place.

Not chaos, what it was he did create,

but as a place to be inhabited!

I am the LORD, there’s no alternative.

I did not speak in secret in a land

of darkness and this is not what I said

to Jacob’s people, “Where, me, you should seek,

in chaos.”  But the truth is what I speak.

It’s I, the LORD, who justice, does declare.

Together, gather, and yourselves, draw near,

survivors of the nations, you, who are!

They have no knowledge, those who, in parade,

their wooden idols, bear, and to them, pray.

They, to a god, pray, whom, them, cannot save.

Come forward and declare, present your case,

consult together; let them, counsel, take.

Who told this long ago, and who declared,

of old, it? Was it not I, who’s the LORD?

Besides, there is no other God than me,

no saving God, no Savior but for me.

Turn back to me and then, saved, you will be.

There, from the furthest corners of the earth,

to be saved, you just have, to me, to turn.

For I am God, another, there is not.

I have sworn by myself and from my mouth,

a word of righteousness what has gone forth,

a promise that will never, broken, be,

“To me, will bow down every bending knee,

and ev’ry tongue will swear only by me.”

Of me, they’ll say, “They’re only in the LORD,

both righteousness and strength; all those who were

incensed against him shall come, him, before

and be ashamed. Of Is’rael, the offspring

shall glory in the LORD triumphantly.