YLT(i)
1 Awake, awake, put on thy strength, O Zion, Put on the garments of thy beauty, Jerusalem—the Holy City; For enter no more into thee again, Do the uncircumcised and unclean.
2 Shake thyself from dust, arise, sit, O Jerusalem, Bands of thy neck have loosed themselves, O captive, daughter of Zion.
3 For thus said Jehovah: `For nought ye have been sold, And not by money are ye redeemed.'
4 For thus said the Lord Jehovah: `To Egypt My people went down at first to sojourn there, And Asshur—for nought he hath oppressed it.
5 And now, what—to Me here, An affirmation of Jehovah, That taken is My people for nought? Its rulers cause howling, —an affirmation of Jehovah, And continually all the day My name is despised.
6 Therefore doth My people know My name, Therefore, in that day, Surely I am He who is speaking, behold Me.'