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Hearken, ye Coastlands, unto me, And give ear ye peoples afar off, - Yahweh, called me, from my birth, From my nativity, made he mention of my name;

And he made my mouth, like a sharp sword, In the shadow of his hand, he concealed me, - And made of me a polished arrow, In his quiver, he hid me;

And said to me My Servant, thou art, - Israel, in whom I will get myself glory.

But I, said, To no purpose, have I toiled, For waste and mist - my vigour, have I spent, - Surely, my vindication, is, with, Yahweh, And, my recompence, with my God.