Isaiah 51 [9.] Awake, awake, put on strength, arm of Yahweh!
Awake, as in the days of old,
the generations of ancient times.
Isn’t it you who cut Rahab in pieces,
who pierced the monster?
Isn’t it you who dried up the sea,
the waters of the great deep;
who made the depths of the sea a way for the redeemed to pass over?
Those ransomed by Yahweh will return,
and come with singing to Zion;
and everlasting joy shall be on their heads.
They will obtain gladness and joy.
Sorrow and sighing shall flee away.
Isaiah 51 [12.] “I, even I, am he who comforts you.
Who are you, that you are afraid of man who shall die,
and of the son of man who will be made as grass?
Have you forgotten Yahweh your Maker,
who stretched out the heavens,
and laid the foundations of the earth?
Do you live in fear continually all day because of the fury of the oppressor,
when he prepares to destroy?
Where is the fury of the oppressor?
The captive exile will speedily be freed;
and he will not die and go down into the pit,
and his bread will not fail.
For I am Yahweh your God, who stirs up the sea,
so that its waves roar:
Yahweh of Armies is his name.
I have put my words in your mouth,
and have covered you in the shadow of my hand,
that I may plant the heavens,
and lay the foundations of the earth,
and tell Zion, ‘You are my people.’”