Isaiah 51:9-16

⁹ Awake, awake, put on strength, O arm of Jehovah, Awake, as 'in' days of old, generations of the ages, Art not Thou it that is hewing down Rahab, Piercing a dragon! ¹⁰ Art not Thou it that is drying up a sea, Waters of a great deep? That hath made deep places of a sea A way for the passing of the redeemed? ¹¹ And the ransomed of Jehovah turn back, And they have come to Zion with singing, And joy age-during 'is' on their head, Gladness and joy they attain, Fled away have sorrow and sighing, ¹² I—I 'am' He—your comforter, Who 'art' thou—and thou art afraid of man? he dieth! And of the son of man—grass he is made! ¹³ And thou dost forget Jehovah thy maker, Who is stretching out the heavens, and founding earth, And thou dost fear continually all the day, Because of the fury of the oppressor, As he hath prepared to destroy. And where 'is' the fury of the oppressor? ¹⁴ Hastened hath a wanderer to be loosed, And he doth not die at the pit, And his bread is not lacking. ¹⁵ And I 'am' Jehovah thy God, Quieting the sea, when its billows roar, Jehovah of Hosts 'is' His name. ¹⁶ And I put My words in thy mouth, And with the shadow of My hand have covered thee, To plant the heavens, and to found earth, And to say to Zion, 'My people 'art' thou.'