9 Awake, arise; clothe yourself with power,
O arm of Jehovah!
Bestir yourself,
... as in ancient times,
as in generations of old.
Was it not you who carved up Rahab,
you who slew the dragon?
10 Was it not you who dried up the Sea,
the waters of the mighty deep,
and made of ocean depths a way
by which the redeemed might pass?
11 Let the ransomed of Jehovah return!
Let them come singing to Zion,
their heads crowned with everlasting joy;
let them obtain joy and gladness,
and sorrow and sighing flee away.
12 I myself am your Comforter.
Who are you that you fear mortal man, the children of men who shall be turned to grass?
13 Have you forgotten Jehovah, your Maker—
who suspends the heavens,
who sets the earth in place—
that you go all day in constant dread
of the oppressor’s rage
as he readies himself to wreak destruction?
What is there to the wrath of the oppressor?
14 Soon now shall he who is bowed down be set free;
he shall not die as those destined for the Pit,
neither shall he want for food.
15 It is I Jehovah your God,
whose name is Jehovah of Hosts,
who stir up the Sea so that its waves roar.
16 I will put my words in your mouth
and shelter you in the shadow of my hand,
while I replant the heavens and set the earth in place,
that I may say to Zion, You are my people.
17 Rouse yourself; awaken and rise up, O Jerusalem,
you who have drunk from the Lord's hand
the cup of his wrath,
drinking to the dregs the bowl of stupor.
18 There was none to guide her
among all the children she bore,
none to take her by the hand of all the sons she reared.