Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 50

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 50

These are his words, those spoken by the LORD:
Where is your mother’s bill, that of divorce
by which, away, I put her in that place,
or, to which creditor have I conveyed
you? No, it was because of all your sins,
why you were sold, and why she was dismissed
was for your crimes.  Why was nobody there
when I came? Why did no one answer me
when I called? Is it too short to redeem,
my hand? Or has my power been impaired
to save? How it is by this, my rebuke,
I dry the sea up. How, them, all, I make,
the rivers into deserts.  Their fish stink,
because they die of thirst for water’s lack.
I clothed the heavens totally in black,
and made their covering from cloth for sacks.

A well-trained tongue, the Lord God’s given me
so that I’d know how, to the weary, speak,
of consolation, words, and in a timely way.
Each morning, sharp, how he’s, my hearing, made,
like a disciple, so I, listen, may.
The LORD God, he has opened up my ear
and I, rebellious, was neither, nor
did I turn backwards, how: defiantly.
My back, I offered, to those who struck me,
to those who plucked my beard, I gave my cheeks;
from insult, spitting, and, I did not shield
my face. But he, the LORD God will help me;
therefore, how I will never be disgraced;
therefore, like flint, the way I’ve set my face,
and I know I shall not be put to shame.
The one who’s at my side, he clears my name.
Who is it that will ‘gainst me bring a case?
Let us appear together in the court.
Whoever will ‘gainst me, my cause, dispute?
Let him approach so he can, me, confront.
Look, it’s the Lord GOD, to my help, he comes.
Who will declare me guilty?  All of them
will be devoured like clothes a moth consumes.

Whoever that’s among you fears the LORD
and listens to his servant’s voice you heard?
Which of you walks in darkness but does not
see anything because there is no light?
Let him put, in the LORD’s name, all his trust,
and on his God, rely until the last.
But all of you are kindlers of the fire,
and firebrands, those that you have set alight,
walk in the flames, the ones your fires ignite,
and by the light made by the flares you burnt.
At my hands, recompense, this is your fate:
in torment, you will lie down in that place.