Isaiah 54

The Fertile Wife of Yahweh

¹“Sing for joy, barren woman; who has not borne!

²“Enlarge the site of your tent,

You must not spare; make your tent cords long

And your descendants will be heir to the nations,

⁴You must not fear, for you will not be ashamed,

for you will forget the shame of your youth,

⁵For your husband is your maker, his name is Yahweh of hosts;[#The Hebrew is plural; #The Hebrew is plural]

⁶For Yahweh has called you like a wife forsaken and hurt of spirit,

⁷I abandoned you for a short moment,[#Literally “in a small”]

⁸I hid my face from you for a moment, in the flowing of anger,

⁹“For this is like the waters of Noah to me,

when I swore that the waters of Noah would never again pass over the earth,

¹⁰For the mountains may depart,

but my faithfulness shall not depart from you,

says Yahweh, who has compassion on you,

Look! I am about to set your stones in hard mortar,

¹²And I will make your battlements of ruby,[#Literally “place”]

¹³And all your children shall be pupils of Yahweh,

¹⁴In righteousness you shall be established.

Be far from oppression, for you shall not fear,

¹⁵If indeed one attacks, it is not from me;

¹⁶Look! I myself have created the craftsman who blows the fire of coals,[#Or “blowing”]

¹⁷Every weapon formed against you shall not succeed,

This is the inheritance of the servants of Yahweh,

declares Yahweh.