62:1 For Zion's sake I will not keep silent,
  and for Jerusalem's sake I will not be quiet,
until her righteousness goes forth as brightness,
  and her salvation as a burning torch.
The nations shall see your righteousness,
  and all the kings your glory,
and you shall be called by a new name
  that the mouth of the Lord will give.
You shall be a crown of beauty in the hand of the Lord,
  and a royal diadem in the hand of your God.
You shall no more be termed Forsaken, [1]
  and your land shall no more be termed Desolate, [2]
but you shall be called My Delight Is in Her, [3]
  and your land Married; [4]
for the Lord delights in you,
  and your land shall be married.
For as a young man marries a young woman,
  so shall your sons marry you,
and as the bridegroom rejoices over the bride,
  so shall your God rejoice over you.

On your walls, O Jerusalem,
  I have set watchmen;
all the day and all the night
  they shall never be silent.
You who put the Lord in remembrance,
  take no rest,
and give him no rest
  until he establishes Jerusalem
  and makes it a praise in the earth.
The Lord has sworn by his right hand
  and by his mighty arm:
“I will not again give your grain
  to be food for your enemies,
and foreigners shall not drink your wine
  for which you have labored;
but those who garner it shall eat it
  and praise the Lord,
and those who gather it shall drink it
  in the courts of my sanctuary.” [5]

Go through, go through the gates;
  prepare the way for the people;
build up, build up the highway;
  clear it of stones;
  lift up a signal over the peoples.
Behold, the Lord has proclaimed
  to the end of the earth:
Say to the daughter of Zion,
  “Behold, your salvation comes;
behold, his reward is with him,
  and his recompense before him.”
And they shall be called The Holy People,
  The Redeemed of the Lord;
and you shall be called Sought Out,
  A City Not Forsaken.

63:1 Who is this who comes from Edom,
  in crimsoned garments from Bozrah,
he who is splendid in his apparel,
  marching in the greatness of his strength?
“It is I, speaking in righteousness,
  mighty to save.”

Why is your apparel red,
  and your garments like his who treads in the winepress?

“I have trodden the winepress alone,
  and from the peoples no one was with me;
I trod them in my anger
  and trampled them in my wrath;
their lifeblood [6] spattered on my garments,
  and stained all my apparel.
For the day of vengeance was in my heart,
  and my year of redemption [7] had come.
I looked, but there was no one to help;
  I was appalled, but there was no one to uphold;
so my own arm brought me salvation,
  and my wrath upheld me.
I trampled down the peoples in my anger;
  I made them drunk in my wrath,
  and I poured out their lifeblood on the earth.”

I will recount the steadfast love of the Lord,
  the praises of the Lord,
according to all that the Lord has granted us,
  and the great goodness to the house of Israel
that he has granted them according to his compassion,
  according to the abundance of his steadfast love.
For he said, “Surely they are my people,
  children who will not deal falsely.”
  And he became their Savior.
In all their affliction he was afflicted, [8]
  and the angel of his presence saved them;
in his love and in his pity he redeemed them;
  he lifted them up and carried them all the days of old.

But they rebelled
  and grieved his Holy Spirit;
therefore he turned to be their enemy,
  and himself fought against them.
Then he remembered the days of old,
  of Moses and his people. [9]
Where is he who brought them up out of the sea
  with the shepherds of his flock?
Where is he who put in the midst of them
  his Holy Spirit,
who caused his glorious arm
  to go at the right hand of Moses,
who divided the waters before them
  to make for himself an everlasting name,
  who led them through the depths?
Like a horse in the desert,
  they did not stumble.
Like livestock that go down into the valley,
  the Spirit of the Lord gave them rest.
So you led your people,
  to make for yourself a glorious name.

Look down from heaven and see,
  from your holy and beautiful [10] habitation.
Where are your zeal and your might?
  The stirring of your inner parts and your compassion
  are held back from me.
For you are our Father,
  though Abraham does not know us,
  and Israel does not acknowledge us;
you, O Lord, are our Father,
  our Redeemer from of old is your name.
O Lord, why do you make us wander from your ways
  and harden our heart, so that we fear you not?
Return for the sake of your servants,
  the tribes of your heritage.
Your holy people held possession for a little while; [11]
  our adversaries have trampled down your sanctuary.
We have become like those over whom you have never ruled,
  like those who are not called by your name.

64:1 Oh that you would rend the heavens and come down,
  that the mountains might quake at your presence—
 [12] as when fire kindles brushwood
  and the fire causes water to boil—
to make your name known to your adversaries,
  and that the nations might tremble at your presence!
When you did awesome things that we did not look for,
  you came down, the mountains quaked at your presence.
From of old no one has heard
  or perceived by the ear,
no eye has seen a God besides you,
  who acts for those who wait for him.
You meet him who joyfully works righteousness,
  those who remember you in your ways.
Behold, you were angry, and we sinned;
  in our sins we have been a long time, and shall we be saved? [13]
We have all become like one who is unclean,
  and all our righteous deeds are like a polluted garment.
We all fade like a leaf,
  and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away.
There is no one who calls upon your name,
  who rouses himself to take hold of you;
for you have hidden your face from us,
  and have made us melt in [14] the hand of our iniquities.

But now, O Lord, you are our Father;
  we are the clay, and you are our potter;
  we are all the work of your hand.
Be not so terribly angry, O Lord,
  and remember not iniquity forever.
  Behold, please look, we are all your people.
Your holy cities have become a wilderness;
  Zion has become a wilderness,
  Jerusalem a desolation.
Our holy and beautiful [15] house,
  where our fathers praised you,
has been burned by fire,
  and all our pleasant places have become ruins.
Will you restrain yourself at these things, O Lord?
  Will you keep silent, and afflict us so terribly?