Isaiah 58 Versification
Lift up your voice and shout it out,
Declare my people’s sin.
Tell Israel her doom is near;
Soon judgment shall begin.
You think that I will see your works,
I see the heart instead.
In arrogant self-righteousness
Its offerings are dead.
But this is what I choose for you:
To comfort those distressed,
To loose the bonds of wickedness,
And free all those oppressed.
Give them your hands; give me your heart,
Sincere in all you do.
Then you shall take delight in me
And I delight in you.
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