Sing, barren woman;
Give birth to jubilation
For through your offspring's seed
Will come the longed-for consolation
Prepare the place where you reside
For much you will inherit
Your descendants will flourish
In lands once desolate
Do not be afraid;
You will not bear humiliation
You will forget your shame,
Your dishonoured situation
For the holy Lord Almighty,
The Maker of all mankind
Will redeem you,
Will call you His own bride
For only a brief moment
I hid My face from you
But with everlasting kindness,
I'll be compassionate to you
I recalled my vow to Noah
To not cover the earth with rain
Now, I swear I will not
Rebuke you in anger again
Though the mountains be shaken
And the hills be removed,
My unfailing love,
To you, will be proved
I will comfort you in your affliction;
I will rebuild and restore
Your foundation will be
A treasured setting of the Lord
All your children will be taught
By the Lord of peace;
In righteousness, you will stand
As fear and terror cease
No weapon forged against you,
Nor the accusing tongue
Will destroy you, for the Lord
You serve, has overcome
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Isaiah 54
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