Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 51

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 51

All you who, saving righteousness, pursue,
me, listen to, and, who, the LORD, seek, you.
The rock, consider, from which you were hewn,
and, from which you were dug, the quarry’s pit.
To Abraham, your father, look to him,
and Sarah, too, who, birth to you, she gave.
He was the only one when him I bade,
I blessed him and, him, numerous, I made.
For Zion, to, the LORD will comfort give,
and on her ruins he will, pity, have;
he, into Eden, will transform her wastes,
the garden of the LORD, her deserts, make;
both joy and gladness, in her, will be found,
thanksgiving, music, and of song, the sound.

My people, listen to me and give heed
to me, my nation, what goes forth from me:
instruction, and the way that it’s defined,
my judgment will shine forth just like a light.
My justice suddenly approaches near,
and my deliverance has now appeared.
It’s judgments of the nations, my arm makes;
the islands, coasts, their hope in me, will place,
for the protection of my arm, they’ll wait.
Your eyes, raise to the heavens, and, there, look,
down on the earth; how, they disperse like smoke,
the heavens, and the earth, how it wears out
like clothing, and all its inhabitants
who dwell there, they, like vermin, die with gnats;
but ever, my salvation will remain, 
and, shall, my justice, never be dismayed.

To me, now listen, you, who know what’s right,
my people, you, who have it in your hearts,
my teaching: never fear the people’s taunts,
don’t be dismayed when they’re reviling you
for like a garment, moths will, them, consume,
like how the grubs and worms will eat the wool;
but my deliverance, forever, will
be, and salvation, my, is to them all,
the generations, it will never fail.

Now clothe yourself in strength! Awake, awake!
Arm of the LORD, awake as in the days
of old, the generations, we once knew!
Was it not you, who, Rahab, split in two,
who pierced the dragon, you who ran him through?
Was it not you who dried up all the seas,
the waters of the great abyss, so deep;
who made a way, out of the sea, its depths
for the redeemed to pass through on a path?
Those whom the LORD has ransomed, that is why
they will return and enter in with joy
to Zion with their songs; their heads are crowned
with everlasting joy, how they’re endowed
with joy and gladness, they both flee away,
their sorrow and their sighing, they’re allayed.

I, it is I who comforts you, then why
are you afraid of one who soon must die,
a mortal man whose fate, what it is like,
the grass that fades. You have forgotten him,
the LORD, your maker, who has outstretched them,
the heavens, and the earth’s foundations laid.
Continually, you fear throughout the day,
because of the oppressor’s fur’ious way,
who, on destruction, he is bent. But where
is the oppressor’s fury now? From there,
those who’re oppressed, how they shall be released.
They shall not die, the Pit, they shall not see,
nor shall they die there lacking food to eat.
For I’m the LORD your God who stirs the sea
up so that its waves roar–what is his name?
The LORD of hosts, and in your mouth I placed
my words and hidden you beneath its shade,
the shadow of my hand; them, I out-splayed,
the heavens, and how all of those I laid,
the earth’s foundations, and to Zion said,
“You are my people,” you, whom I have claimed.

Arouse yourself, Jerusalem, rise up!
It’s you who have, it, at the LORD’s hand, drunk,
the bowl of staggering, down, you have supped 
its bottom dregs, that of his wrath, the cup.
Among all of the children she has born,
to guide her, there is not a single one;
there is no one to, by the hand, her, steer,
among all of the children she has reared.
Disaster, double, has befallen you.
There is no one to sympathize with you.
It’s pillage, ruin, famine, that you knew,
and too the sword, who’s there to comfort you?
Your children all have fainted and they lie,
there at the head of ev’ry street just like
an antelope caught in a hunter’s net.
They have, of the LORD’s wrath, received a glut,
of your God, they received his full rebuke.

Therefore, hear this, you who are wounded, drunk,
it’s what you are, but not with wine.  Thus says
your sovereign LORD, your God who pleads their cause,
that of his people: I have, from your hand,
the cup of staggering, removed it, and
you’ll no more drink from, of, the bowl, my wrath.
The hands of those, I will put it into,
tormentors, your, commanded you, those who,
“Bow down so that we may walk over you”;
your back, you flattened, to be like the ground,
just like a street for them to walk upon.