Isaiah 58:1-7 Cry aloud, do not spare, Like a horn, lift high thy voice,––And declare, To my people, their transgression, and, To the house of Jacob, their sins.

Rotherham⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ Cry aloud, do not spare, Like a horn, lift high thy voice,––And declare, To my people, their transgression, and, To the house of Jacob, their sins. ² Yet, me––day by day, do they seek, And, in the knowledge of my ways, they delight,––Like a nation that had done, righteousness, And, the justice of their God, had not forsaken, They ask of me the just regulations, In approaching God, they delight. ³ Wherefore have we Fasted and thou hast not seen? Humbled our soul, and thou wouldst take no note? Lo! in the day of your fast, ye take pleasure, But all your toilers, ye drive on! ⁴ Lo! for strife and contention, ye fast, And to smite with the fist of lawlessness,––Ye shall not fast as today, To cause to be heard, on high, your voice! ⁵ Like this, shall the fast be, that I choose, A day for the son of earth to humble his soul? Is it to bow down, as a rush, his head, And, sackcloth and ashes, to spread out? Is it, this, thou wilt call a fast, Or a day of acceptance with Yahweh? ⁶ Is not, this, the fast that I must ever choose––To unbind the tight cords of lawlessness, To unloose the bands of the yoke,––and, To let the crushed go free, and, That, every yoke, ye tear off? ⁷ Is it not to break, unto the hungry, thy bread, And, the thrust–out oppressed, that thou bring into a home,––When thou seest one naked, that thou cover him, And, from thine own flesh, shalt not hide thyself?