Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 60

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 60

For, how your light has come, arise, arise,
the glory of the LORD, upon you, shines.
The earth, though darkness covers, and thick night,
the peoples, cover, on you, the LORD shines,
and over you his glory will arise.
How nations, they will journey toward your light,
and kings come to your radiance that’s bright.

Lift up your gaze, around yourselves, give sight:
to come to you, they all are gathering,
from far away, your sons are journeying,
their nurses are, your daughters, carrying.
You’ll see it, joyful radiance, you’ll know,
and your heart will both throb and overflow,
for how the riches of the sea will be
before you, emptied out, and they proceed
to lay the wealth of nations at your feet.
In caravans, the camels fill your streets,
the camels, young, from Midian, those ones, 
and Ephah, and those that from Sheba come, 
they’re bringing frankincense and also gold 
and shall, the praises of the LORD, be told.
All Kedar’s flocks will, to you, gathered, be, 
the rams of Nebioth will serve your needs;
how they’ll be offerings, acceptable
on, altar, my, and I’ll make plentiful,
the, glory of my house, incredible.

Who are these that are flying like the clouds,
that fly like doves back to their, dovecotes, found?
Why, both the coasts and islands of the sea,
they put their hope in me, and in the lead,
the ships of Tarshish, they, your children hold,
they bring them from afar with silver, gold,
to the honor of the LORD your God, it’s told,
and to the holy one of Israel,
he who, with splendor, has endowed you well.
How foreigners, they shall rebuild your walls
and how their kings, you, minister to, shall, 
for in my wrath was how I struck you down,
but in my favor, I’ve made mercy known
to you.  Shall always, open, be, your gates, 
they never shall be shut, both night and day 
so that the nations, you, their wealth, shall bring, 
and the processions, who lead them: their kings. 
For if a nation or a kingdom won’t
serve you, they’ll perish, and all nations, those,
will be, to waste, laid, utterly destroyed.
Of Lebanon, its glory is deployed
to you, it’s of the cypress, plane, and pine,
to, beauty, bring, to, sanctuary, my;
and where my feet rest, I will glorify.
Oppressors’ sons, your, with humility,
approach you, bending low down at your feet.
They shall call you “The City of The LORD”,
the Zion, Is’rael’s Holy One, adored.
Whereas before, your presence was eschewed,
and hated, with nobody passing through.
I will make you one of eternal pride,
a source, of joy, an object, that won’t die.
You’ll suck the nations’ milk and will be blessed,
and you’ll be nursed at them, the royal breasts.
Then you will know that I, the LORD, am your
Deliverer and too, Redeemer, your,
the Mighty One of Jacob for you, sure.

Instead of bronze, it’s gold, to you, I’ll bring,
and for some iron I will, silver, bring,
instead of wood, how I will bring you bronze,
and iron, I’ll bring you in place of stones.
I will appoint Peace as your governor
and Saving Justice is who you will serve.
No longer will, of violence, the sound, 
be heard within the places of your land,
not devastation or destruction will
be in your boundaries.  Then you will call
your gates: “Praise”, and “Salvation” are your walls.
The sun won’t any longer be your light
by day nor will the moon shine bright by night.
The LORD will be your everlasting light,
your God shall be your splendor, you will find.
Your sun, how it shall ne’er again go down,
withdraw her light, nor ever shall your moon, 
but he, the LORD, will, everlasting, be
your light, and mourning’s days, you’ll no more see.
Your people, all of them, shall, righteous, be
and they, the land, possess, unendingly.
They are the shoot I, to the ground, bestowed,
my handiwork to, my great glory, show.
The least of them, a thousand, shall become,
the smallest, a great nation, into one.
It’s I, the LORD, at their appointed time,
cause all these things, reality, to find.