Isaiah 54

Great(i) 1 Be glad now, thou baren that bearest not, reioyce, synge and be mery thou that art not wyth chylde: For the desolate hath moo chyldren, then the maryed wyfe, sayeth the Lorde. 2 Make thy tentes wyder, and sprede out the hangynges of thyne habitacion: spare not, laye forth thy coardes, and make fast thy stakes: 3 for thou shalt be multiplied on the ryght syde & on the left, and thy sede shall haue the Gentyles in possessyon and dwell in the desolate cyties. 4 Feare not, for thou shalt not be confounded: Be not ashamed, for thou shalt not come to confusyon. Yee thou shalt forget the shame of thy youth, & shalt not remembre the dishonoure of thy wedowhead. 5 For he that made the, shalbe thy Lord & husbande (whose name is the Lorde of hostes) and thy redemer shalbe euen the holy one of Israel, the Lorde of the whole worlde. 6 For the Lord, hath called the, beynge as a desolate sorowfull woman, & as a younge wyfe that hath broken her wedlocke: sayeth thy God. 7 A lytle whyle haue I forsaken the, but wt greate mercyfulnes shall I take the vp vnto me. 8 When I was angry, I hydde my face from the for a lytle season, but thorow euerlastinge mercye haue I pardoned the, sayth the Lord thyne auenger. 9 And this is vnto me as the water of Noe: for lyke as I haue sworne that I wyll not bringe the water of Noe eny more vpon the worlde: so haue I sworne that I wyll neuer be angry with the, ner reproue the: 10 The mountaynes shall remoue, and the hylles shall fall downe: but my louynge kyndnesse shall not moue, and the bonde of my peace shall not fall downe from the, sayeth the Lorde thy mercyfull louer. 11 Beholde thou pore, ouerwhelmed with tempest & wythout comforte. I will make thy walles of precyous stones, & thy foundacyon of Saphyres, 12 thy wyndowes of Chrystal, thy gates of fyne cleare stone, & all thy borders of pleasaunt stones. 13 Thy children shall all be taught of God, & I wyll geue them plenteousnes of peace. 14 In ryghteousnes shalt thou be grounded, & be farre from oppressyon: for the whych thou nedest not be afrayed, nether for hynderaunce, for it shall not come nye the. 15 Beholde, the aleaunt that was farre from me, shall dwell with the: & he that ioyneth batayle agenst the shall perishe. 16 Beholde, I make the smith that bloweth the coales in the fyre, & he maketh a weapen after hys handy worcke. I make also the waster to destroye: 17 but all the weapens that are made agaynst the, shall not prospere. And as for all tunges, that shall resyste the in iudgement, thou shalt ouercome them, & condemne them. Thys is the heritage of the Lordes seruauntes, and their ryghteousnes commeth of me, sayeth the Lorde.