Isaiah 42
Young's Literal Translation
1Lo, My servant, I take hold on him, My chosen one — My soul hath accepted, I have put My Spirit upon him, Judgment to nations he bringeth forth.
2He doth not cry, nor lift up, Nor cause his voice to be heard, in the street.
3A bruised reed he breaketh not, And dim flax he quencheth not, To truth he bringeth forth judgment.
4He doth not become weak nor bruised, Till he setteth judgment in the earth, And for his law isles wait with hope.
5Thus said God, Jehovah, preparing The heavens, and stretching them out, Spreading out the earth and its productions, Giving breath to the people on it, And spirit to those walking in it.
6I, Jehovah, did call thee in righteousness, And I lay hold on thy hand, and keep thee, And I give thee for a covenant of a people, And a light of nations.
7To open the eyes of the blind, To bring forth from prison the bound one, From the house of restraint those sitting in darkness.
8I [am] Jehovah, this [is] My name, And Mine honour to another I give not, Nor My praise to graven images.
9The former things, lo, have come, And new things I am declaring, Before they spring up I cause you to hear.
10Sing to Jehovah a new song, His praise from the end of the earth, Ye who are going down to the sea, and its fulness, Isles, and their inhabitants.
11The wilderness and its cities do lift up [the voice], The villages Kedar doth inhabit, Sing do the inhabitants of Sela, From the top of mountains they cry.