1Cry aloud, do not spare, Like a horn, lift high thy voice,—And declare, To my people, their transgression, and, To the house of Jacob, their sins. 2Yet, me—day by day, do they seek, And, in the knowledge of my ways, they delight,—Like a nation that had done, righteousness, And, the justice of their God, had not forsaken, They ask of me the just regulations, In approaching God, they delight. 3Wherefore have we Fasted and thou hast not seen? Humbled our soul, and thou wouldst take no note? Lo! in the day of your fast, ye take pleasure, But all your toilers, ye drive on! 4Lo! for strife and contention, ye fast, And to smite with the fist of lawlessness,—Ye shall not fast as today, To cause to be heard, on high, your voice! 5Like this, shall the fast be, that I choose, A day for the son of earth to humble his soul? Is it to bow down, as a rush, his head, And, sackcloth and ashes, to spread out? Is it, this, thou wilt call a fast, Or a day of acceptance with Yahweh? 6Is not, this, the fast that I must ever choose—To unbind the tight cords of lawlessness, To unloose the bands of the yoke,—and, To let the crushed go free, and, That, every yoke, ye tear off? 7Is it not to break, unto the hungry, thy bread, And, the thrust-out oppressed, that thou bring into a home,—When thou seest one naked, that thou cover him, And, from thine own flesh, shalt not hide thyself?

8Then, shall break forth, as the dawn, thy light, And, thy new flesh, shall, speedily, grow,—Then shall go, before thee, thy righteousness, The glory of Yahweh, shall bring up thy rear: 9Then, shalt thou, Call, and, Yahweh, will answer, Cry out, and he will say, Behold me! If thou remove, out of thy midst, The yoke, The pointing of the finger, and, The speaking of iniquity; 10And shalt let thine own soul, go out to the hungry, And, the soul of the oppressed, thou shalt satisfy, Then shall break forth, in darkness, thy light, And, thy thick darkness, [become] as the splendour of noon; 11Then will Yahweh guide, thee continually, And will satisfy, [even] in scorched regions, thine own soul, Yea, thy very bones, will he invigorate,—So shall thou become, like a garden well—watered, And like a spring of water, whose waters do not deceive; 12And they who come of thee, shall build the wastes of age-past times, And, as for the foundations of generation after generation, thou shalt rear them up,—So shalt thou be called—A Repairer of broken walls, A Restorer of paths leading home.

13If thou turn back, From the sabbath, thy foot, From doing thine own pleasure, on my holy, day,—And shall call—The sabbath, An exquisite delight, The holy [day] of Yahweh, A day to be honoured, And so shalt honour it, rather—Than do thine own ways, Than take thine own pleasure, or, Than speak [thine own] word, 14Then, shalt thou rest thine own exquisite delight upon Yahweh, . . . And I will cause thee to ride over the high places of the land,—And will feed thee with the inheritance of Jacob thy father, For, the mouth of Yahweh, hath spoken.