Behold, my servant, whom I uphold. My chosen, in whom my soul delights. I have put my spirit upon him, he will bring forth justice to the nations. He will not cry aloud or lift up his voice to make it heard in the street.
The bruised reed he will not crush, and the smoldering wick he will not snuff out. He will faithfully bring forth justice. He will not grow faint or be discouraged.
Thus says the Lord, who created the heavens and stretched them out, who spread out the earth and that comes from it, who gives breath to the people on it, and spirit to those who walk in it:
I am the Lord. I have called you in righteousness. I will take you by the hand and keep you. I will give you as a covenant for the people. A light for the nations. To open eyes that are blind, to bring out prisoners from the dungeon, from the prison those who sit in darkness.
I am the Lord. That is my name. My glory I give to no other.
For a long time I have held my peace, I have kept still and restrained myself. But now I will cry out like a woman in labor. I will gasp and pant. I will lay waste mountains and hills and dry up their vegetation. I will turn the rivers into islands and dry up the pools. And I will lead the blind in a way they do not know, in paths that they have not known. I will guide them. I will turn the darkness before them into light, the rough places into level ground.
These are the things I do, and I do not forsake them.