G-d returns to the Hebrews. Here I am. Your tormentors beware.

From this week’s Torah portion:

The Fifth Book of the Hebrew Bible, Devarim (Deuteronomy)

FOURTH HAFTARAH OF CONSOLATION (SHOF’TIM)

ISAIAH 51:12 –

51:12 I, I am He who comforts you! What ails you that you fear
Man who must die,
Mortals who fare like grass?

13 You have forgotten the LoRD your Maker,
Who stretched out the skies and made firm the earth!
And you live all day in constant dread
Because of the rage of an oppressor
Who is aiming to cut you down.

Yet of what account is the rage of an oppressor?

14 Quickly the crouching one is freed:
He is not cut down and slain, And he shall not want for food.

15 For I am the LoRD your God
Who stir up the sea into roaring waves,
Whose name is LoRD of Hosts

16 Have put My words in your mouth
And sheltered you with My hand;
I, who planted the skies and made firm the
earth, Have said to Zion: You are My people!

17 Rouse, rouse yourself
Arise, O Jerusalem, You who from the LoRD’s hand
Have drunk the cup of His wrath,
You who haVe drained to the dregs
The bowl, the cup of reeling!

18 She has none to guide her
Of all the sons she bore;
None takes her by the hand,
Of all the sons she reared.

19 These two things have befallen you: Wrack and ruin-who can console you?
Famine and sword — how shall I comfort
you?

20 Your sons lie in a swoon
At the corner of every street-
Like an antelope caught in a net
Drunk with the wrath of the LoRD,
With the rebuke of your God.

21 Therefore,
Listen to this, unhappy one,
Who are drunk, but not with wine!

22 Thus said the LoRD your Lord,
Your God who champions His people
Herewith I take from your hand
The cup of reeling,
The bowl, the cup of My wrath;
You shall never drink it again.

23 I will put it in the hands of your tormentors,
Who have commanded you,
“Get down, that we may walk over you”
So that you made your back like the ground,
Like a street for passersby.

52-1 Awake, awake, O Zion!
Clothe yourself in splendor;
Put on your robes of majesty,
Jerusalem, holy city! For the uncircumcised and the impure
Shall never enter you again.

2 Arise, shake off the dust,
Sit on your throne, Jerusalem!
Loose the bonds from your neck, O captive one, Fair Zion!

… 8 Hark
Your watchmen raise their voices,
shout for joy;
For every eye shall behold
The LoRD’s return to Zion.

9 Raise a shout together,
O ruins of Jerusalem!
For the LoRD will comfort His people,
Will redeem Jerusalem.

10 The LoRD will bare His holy arm
In the sight of all the nations,
And the very ends of earth shall see
The victory of our God.

11 Turn, turn away, touch naught impure
As you depart from there;
Keep pure, as you go forth from there,
You who bear the vessels of the LoRD!

12 For you will not depart in haste,
Nor will you leave in flight;
For the LoRD is marching before you,
The God of Israel is your rear guard.

 

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