Isaiah · Chapter 54

[ edit] Preiſe, þou bareyne, þat berſt not; gretli ſing preiſing, and ympne, þat beere not; for manye ſones of þe forſaken more þan of hir þat hadde þe man, ſeiþ þe Lord. Alarge þe place of þi tente, and þe ſkynnes of þi tabernacle ſtrecche out; ne ſpare þou, longe maac þi litle cordis, and þi nailes mac faſt. At þe riȝt forſoþe and at þe lift þou ſhalt perſen; and þi ſed Jentiles ſhal eritagen, and deſert cites wonen in. Wile þou not dreden, for þou ſhalt not be confoundyd, ne ſhamen. Forſoþe it ſhal not ſhamen þee; for of þe confuſioun of þi ȝouþe þou ſhalt forȝete, and of þe repref of þi widewhed þou ſhalt recorde no more.

For lordſhipen ſhal of þee þat made þee; þe Lord of oſtes hys name; and þin aȝeen biere, þe holi of Irael, þe God of al erþe ſhal be clepid. For as a womman forſaken and moornende in ſpirit, clepede þee þe Lord, and a wif fro þe ȝouþe caſt awei. Þe Lord þi God ſeide, At a poynt in a litil I forſoc þee, and in grete mercy doinges I ſhal gedere þee. In a moment of indignacioun I hidde my face a litil fro þee, and in euerlaſtende mercy I hadde mercy of þee, ſeide þe Lord, þi forbiere. As in þe daȝes of Noe, þis to me is, to whom I ſwor, þat I ſhulde no mor bringen in þe watris of flod vp on erþe; ſo I ſwor, þat I wraþe not to þee, and blame not þee.

Mounteynes forſoþe ſhul be to-ſtered, and hillis ſhul tremblen; my mercy forſoþe ſhal not gon awei fro þee, and þe bond of my pes ſhal not be moued, ſeide þe Lord, þi reewer. Þou porelet, wiþ tempeſt al to-pullid, wiþ oute any coumfort, lo! I ſhal araie bi order þi ſtones, and founde þee in ſafires; and I ſhal ſette iaſp þy pynacles, and þi ȝates in to grauen ſtones, and alle þi termes in to deſirable ſtones. Alle þi ſones taȝt of þe Lord; and multitude of pes to þi ſones, and in riȝtwiſneſſe þou ſhalt be foundid. Go awei aferr fro chalenge, for þou ſhalt not drede; and fro inward ferd, for it ſhal not neȝhe to þee.

Lo! an earþ tiliere ſhal come, þat was not wiþ me; þi comeling ſumtyme apaſſid ſhal be ioyned to þee. Lo! I ſhop a ſmyþ blowende in þe fyr coles, and bringende forþ a veſſel in to his werk; and I ſhop þe ſleere, to deſtroȝen. Eche veſſel þat is mad aȝen þee, ſhal not be riȝt reulid; and eche tunge wiþſtondende to þee, in dom þou ſhalt deme. Þis is þe eritage of þe ſeruauns of þe Lord, and þe riȝtwiſneſſe of hem anent me, ſeiþ þe Lord.