Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 56

Thus says the LORD, Observe all that is right,
and do what’s just, for soon it will arrive,
salvation, my, and it will be revealed,
my justice.  Happy, how each man will be,
who will adhere to all of, precepts, these,
who keeps the sabbath, and won’t, it, profane,
who from wrongdoing, his hand, will abstain.

The foreigner joined to the LORD, don’t let
him say, “Me from, the LORD will separate,
the people.” Don’t, the eunuch, let, believe,
and say, “How I am just a dried up tree.”
For says the LORD, thus: “To all eunuchs who,
my sabbaths, keep, and all of those who choose
the things that please me, and who won’t turn loose,
my covenant, of, in my house, I’ll grant,
and too within my walls, a monument,
and, I, a name, to them will designate,
that’s better than, I, sons and daughters, gave.
A name, I’ll give them, that will last fore’er.
The name I give them will, effaced, be, ne’er.

And those who join themselves, the foreigners,
unto the LORD, to him, to minister,
to love my name and also, me, to serve,
and those who will, the sabbath, e’er observe,
these, to my holy mountain, I will bear,
and make them joyful in my house of prayer;
their offerings, burnt, sacrifices, their,
upon my altar, are accepted there;
for my house shall be called a house of prayer
for peoples, all. Thus, the Lord GOD declares,
who, the outcasts of Is’rael, gathers there,
to them, how I shall, others, gather, ‘round,
besides those who’re already, gathered, found.

All animals who’re wild, and all you beasts,
you of the forest and those in the field,
come to devour!  All Israel’s cannot see,
they’re blind, their sentinels, they, knowledge, lack;
they all are silent dogs that cannot bark;
they’re dreaming, lying down, they love to sleep.
The dogs, they never have enough to eat,
their mighty appetites.  The shepherds spurn
all understanding and they all have turned
to their own way and to their selfish gain,
it’s all of them.  “Come,” this is what they say,
“Let us get wine, and let, ourselves, us, fill
with drink that’s strong.  And how tomorrow will
be like today or maybe better still!”

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 55

Whoe’er is thirsty, you, I now invite
to come, the water, to, and come and buy,
you who are lacking money, food to eat.
Come now, and you can buy both milk and wine,
but without money, buy them without price.
Why pay your money for what isn’t bread,
and for what does not satisfy, expend
your labor?  Listen to me carefully,
and eat that which is good and too, delight
yourselves in rich food.   Now, your ear, incline,
come listen to me so that, live, you may.
With you, a covenant that lasts, I’ll make, 
forever, to fulfill my promises
to David, I assured, for benefits.
To peoples, as a witness, I made him,
a ruler for the people and a prince.
See, nations you don’t know, them you will call,
and nations you don’t know, run to you, shall,
because the LORD, of Israel, your God,
the Holy One, for he’s, you, glorified. 

The LORD, seek him, then, while he may be found,
upon him, call, the time while he’s close ‘round.
Their way, now, let the wicked, that, forsake,
and the unrighteous, too, their thoughts, betray.
For my thoughts aren’t your thoughts, nor are your ways
my ways, this is what he, the LORD, now says.
For as the heavens, high above, are they,
the earth, so are my ways above your ways,
and too my thoughts, your thoughts, are higher than.

For as the rain and too the snow come down
from heaven and do not return again
until the earth, they’ve watered, and the land,
makes it bring forth and sprout, thus giving seed,
that to the sower, and that brings forth bread
that for the eater, so too shall my word
that goes forth from my mouth, it never shall
to me, return, both empty, unfulfilled,
but, all my purposes, it will achieve,
and that for which I sent it, it succeeds.

For you’ll go out, and you’ll with joy, proceed,
and you will be brought back in peace as well;
the mountains and the hills before you shall
burst into song, and also all the trees,
how they will clap their hands, those of the field.
Instead of thorns shall grow the cypresses,
no briars, but the myrtle flourishes,
and it shall all be a memorial,
one to the LORD, a sign, perpetual,
imperishable, also, durable.

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 54

O barren one, who has not borne, sing now;
burst into song, today, and you should shout,
sing praises, you, who’ve been in labor, not.
If the deserted wife’s, all them, you count,
the number of her children, their amount,
they’re more than all the children that she has,
the woman who is married, the LORD says.
You should enlarge the situs of your tent
and out, your habitation’s curtains, stretch;
do not hold back, but give the cords some length,
and, to your tent-pegs, give some greater strength.
For you’ll spread from your confines, right and left,
those who from you, descend, they’ll dispossess
the nations, and the towns, those desolate,
your offspring, they are who will settle them.

Do not fear for you will not be ashamed,
don’t be discouraged for there’s no disgrace
you’ll suffer; from your memory, no trace,
the shame you suffered in your younger days,
and, of your widowhood, its sad reproach,
that won’t, your recollection, e’er approach.
For your Creator is your husband sure,
the LORD of hosts, by that name, he’s referred,
the Holy One of Is’rael, he is your
Redeemer, he’s called God of all the earth.
For he, the LORD has, like a wife, one who's
forsaken and in spirit, grieved, called you,
like when she’s cast off, her, of a man’s youth,
a wife whose marriage now has been renewed,
thus says your God.  How I did, you, forsake
for a brief moment, but I take you back
with great compassion. Overflowing wrath,
in that, just for a moment, how I hid
my face from you, but now, how it is with
love, everlasting, to you, I’ll inure
compassion, says the LORD, Redeemer, your.

The days of Noah, this is like, to me:
Just as I swore how Noah’s flood would be,
the waters ne’er again would cover o’er
the earth, so that I will not, I have sworn,
be angry with you, and, you, won’t rebuke.
Though, move, the mountains, may, and the hills shake,
my steadfast love, how it will never fail,
and too, my covenant of peace, won’t be removed,
the LORD says, who, compassion, has, on you.

Storm-battered city, you who are distressed
and desolate, now I, your stones shall set
in mortar of the quality that’s best,
and your foundations, sapphires, with, I’ll lay.
Your battlements, of jasper, red, I’ll make,
and garnets, they will constitute your gates,
and for your walls, how precious jewels are brought.
Your children, all, shall, by the LORD, be taught,
and they’ll enjoy prosperity that’s great.
In righteousness, you shall, established, be,
far from oppression, there, you will be free,
and nothing, what it is you’ll have to fear
for that emotion won't come, to you, near.
If anyone against you stirs up strife,
it's not from me; and for whate'er they try,
how the aggressors, they shall fall and die.
See, who, the smith, created: it was I,
to fan the coals, and also blow the fire,
to weapons, forge for their intended use.
The ravager, created him, I, too,
to deal out havoc.  But, it’s not been made,
the weapon that will, you, against, prevail,
and who in court will rise, and you, accuse,
how their false words against you, you’ll refute.
This is the blessed heritage of them,
the servants of the LORD.  From whence it comes?
Their vindication, says the LORD, me, from.

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 53

Who has believed the things that we have heard
and to whom has the LORD’s arm been revealed?
For he grew up, it was before the LORD,
like a young plant, a root, in arid ground,
possessing neither form nor majesty
that we should look at him, there was no thing 
in his appearance that, our hearts, might win.
He was despised and he was shunned by all;
a man of sorrows, sufferings, their thrall,
he knew, and as one, from whom, they would hide
their faces.  How he was, as one despised,
and we held him of no account, as poor.

Yet it was our afflictions that he bore
and it was too, our pain that he endured.
While we thought of him as a smitten one
whom God afflicted, with disease, struck down,
whereas for our offenses, he was pierced,
for our iniquities, why he was crushed;
upon him, there, the punishment was placed 
that made us whole, and by them we are healed,
his bruises.  We had all strayed just like sheep,
each of us, how we followed our own way,
and on him, this is what the LORD has laid,
of us all, the iniquity, its weight.

He was afflicted and he was oppressed
but did not, up, open, to protest,
his mouth, just like a sheep, to slaughter, led,
and like a ewe is silent, them, before,
the shearers, he, his mouth, up, opened, ne’er.
He was oppressed, too, sentenced and condemned,
and he, away, was taken. Yet who gave
a thought about his destiny, his fate?
For from the living’s land, off, he was cut,
for their transgressions, how he, dead, was struck,
his people’s.  There, with them, they made his grave,
the wicked; with the rich, his tomb was placed,
although he never, violence, had done,
and in his mouth, there, no deceit was found.

Yet, it was the will of the LORD, with pain,
to crush him.  What he’ll see, as it, for sin,
an offering, when he makes his life one?
His offspring, and how he’ll prolong his days;
through him, the LORD’s will, prosper, he will make.
Out of his anguish, how he shall see light,
how satisfaction, that, what he shall find,
it’s through his knowledge.  How, the one who’s right,
my servant, he, shall many, righteous, make,
and, their iniquities, he’ll bear them all.
Therefore, I will allot him, with the great, 
a portion, and how he’ll divide the spoil,
with them, the strong, because, how he, out, has,
to death, himself, poured, how he, numbered, was
with the transgressors, yet on him was placed
the sin of many, and he, on that day,
for the transgressors, intercession, made.

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 52

O Zion, clothe yourself, awake, awake!
Put on your strength, O Zion! Now array
yourself in garments, beautiful, today,
O Holy City, you, Jerusalem;
for the uncircumcised and the unclean
shall never come into your place again.
Shake off the dust and to the throne, ascend,
Jerusalem; the ropes around your neck,
O captive daughter, Zion, loosen them.

For thus the LORD says, It's like you were free
when you were sold, and how you’ll be redeemed?
It’s without payment–money, there’s no need.
My people long ago, the Lord GOD says,
went down to Egypt and, as aliens,
to, there, reside; too, the Assyrians,
for nought, oppressed them.  But now what do I
find here? the LORD says. Paid, there was no price,
when they, my people carried off? They wailed,
their rulers, and all day, my name, reviled 
increasingly, what the LORD says.
Therefore, my people, they shall know my name;
it's therefore, this, what they'll know in that day
that it is I who speak; and here I am.

How, on the mountains, beautiful, the feet
are, of the messenger announcing peace,
who brings good news and who announces this,
salvation, and, to Zion, these words, says,
“Your God is king.” Hark! How they raise a cry,
your watchmen, they, together, shout for joy.
For into Zion, in their sight that’s plain,
they see the LORD’s return.  Together, break
forth into singing, of Jerusalem,
you ruins; for the LORD comforted them,
his people. Bared, the LORD, his holy arm,
before all of their eyes; and the earths’ ends 
shall see our God’s salvation, even then.

Depart, depart, go out from Babylon,
leave it behind. Touch no thing that’s unclean.
Go from its midst and then, yourselves, keep pure,
the vessels of the LORD, you who, them, bear. 

For you shall not come out in urgent haste,
or will you leave like fugitives who’re chased;
for how the LORD is marching at your head
and Israel’s God will serve as your rear guard.

See how my servant will achieve success,
he will grow great and, to great heights, ascend.
As many people, at him, were aghast–
he was disfigured so inhumanly
that he was not, as mortal man, perceived–
so many nations will, astonished, be,
and kings shall curl their lips up in disgust;
for they shall see that which they’d not been told,
and they will contemplate what they’d not heard.