Worrell(i)
18 "Behold, My servant Whom I chose, My Beloved, in Whom My soul delighted. I will put My Spirit upon Him, and He will declare judgment to the gentiles.
19 He will not strive, nor cry aloud; nor will any one hear His voice in the streets:
20 A bruised reed will He not break, and a smoking flax will He not quench, till He send forth judgment unto victory;
21 And in His name will the gentiles hope."