Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 54

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.