An exhortation, after the pattern of Abraham, to trust in Christ,
Isaiah 51:1 Herken vnto me, ye þt holde of righteousnes, & ye that seke the Lorde. Take hede vnto þe stone, whereout ye are hewen, & to the graue wherout ye are dygged. Isaiah 51:2 Considre Abraham your father, & Sara þt bare you: howe þt I called him alone, & blessed hym, and encreased him
by reason of his comfortable promises,
Isaiah 51:3 Therfore shall the Lorde comforte Syon, & repayre all her decaye: making her deserte as a paradise, & her wildernesse as þe garden of the Lorde. Myrth and ioye shalbe founde there, thankesgeuing & þe voyce of prayse.
of his righteous salvation,
Isaiah 51:4 Haue respect vnto me then, O my people both hyghe & lowe & laye thyne eare to me: for a lawe & an ordinaunce shall go forth fro me, to lyghten the Gentils. Isaiah 51:5 It is hard by, that my health & my righteousnes shall go forth, and the people shalbe ordred with myne arme. The ylandes, þt is the Gentils, shall hope in me, and put their trust in myne arme. Isaiah 51:6 Lift vp your eyes towarde heauen, and loke vpon the earth beneth. For the heauens shall vanyshe awaye lyke smoke, and the earth shall waxe olde lyke a cloth, & they þt dwell therin shall perysh in lyke maner. But my saluacion shall endure for euer, and my righteousnesse shall not cease.
and man's mortality.
Isaiah 51:7 Herken vnto me, ye that haue pleasure in righteousnes, þu people þt bearest my lawe in thyne hert. Feare not the curse of men: be not afrayde of their blasphemyes and reuylinges: Isaiah 51:8 for wormes & mothes shall eate them vp lyke cloth & woll. But my ryghteousnes shall endure for euer, & my sauynge health from generacion to generacyon.
Christ by his sanctified arm defendeth his from the fear of man.
Isaiah 51:9 Wake vp, wake vp: and be stronge. O thou arme of the Lorde, wake vp, lyke as in tyme past, euer and sence the worlde beganne. Isaiah 51:10 Art not thou the same arme, that hast wounded the proude Egypt, and hewen the Dragon in peces? Art not þu euen he, which hast dryed vp the depe of the see, which hast made playne þe see grounde, þt the delyuered myght goo thorow? Isaiah 51:11 Therfore þe redemed of þe Lord shall turne agayne, & come wyth ioye vnto Sion, there to endure for euer? That myrth & gladnesse myght be with them: that sorowe and wo myght fle from them? Isaiah 51:12 Yee I, I am euen he, that in all thynges geueth you consolacyon. What art thou then, that fearest a mortall man, the chylde of man, which goeth awaye as doeth the floure? Isaiah 51:13 And forgettest þe Lorde that made the, that spred out the heauenes, and layde the foundacion of the earth But thou art euer afrayde for the syght of thyne oppressoure, which is ready to do harme: Where is the wrath of the oppressoure? Isaiah 51:14 The tyme commeth on faste when the presoner shall be losened, and he shall not dye in the dongeon nor yet be consumed by famyshement. Isaiah 51:15 I am the Lorde thy God (that make the see to be styll, & to rage:) whose name is the Lorde of Hostes Isaiah 51:16 I haue put my wordes in thy mouth, & haue defended the in the shadowe of my hande: that I maye plante the heauens, & leye the foundacyon of the earth, and saye vnto Sion: thou art my people.
He bewaileth the afflictions of Jerusalem,
Isaiah 51:17 Awake, awake, and stande vp, O Ierusalem, thou that from the hande of the Lord, hast droncken out the cuppe of hys wrath: thou that hast supped of, and sucked out the dregges of his deadly cuppe to the botome. Isaiah 51:18 For among all the sonnes whom he hath begotten, there is not one þt maye holde it vp: & not one to leade it by the hande, of all the sonnes that he hath noryshed. Isaiah 51:19 Both these thynges are happened vnto the, but who is sory for it? Yee, destructyon, wastynge, hunger and swerde: but who wyll comforte the? Isaiah 51:20 Thy sonnes lye comfortles at the heade of euery strete lyke a taken venyson, and are full of the terrible wrath of the Lorde, and punishment of thy God.
and promiseth deliverance.
Isaiah 51:21 And therfore thou miserable and droncken (howbeit not wyth wyne) Heare this: Isaiah 51:22 Thus sayeth thy Lorde: thy Lorde and God, the defender of hys people: Beholde, I wyll take the slombrynge cuppe out of thy hande, euen the cuppe wyth the dregges of my wrath: that from hence forth thou shalt neuer drinke it more, Isaiah 51:23 but I wyll putt it into their hande þt trouble þe: whych haue spoken to thy soule: stoupe downe, þt we maye go ouer the: & thou laydest thy body euen wyth the grounde, and as the strete to go vpon.