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Lo! my Servant, I will uphold him, My chosen, well-pleased is my soul, - I have put my spirit upon him, Justice - to the nations, will he bring forth:

He will not cry out nor will he speak loud, - Nor cause to be heard, in the street, his voice:

Cane that is crushed, will he not break, And wick that is fading, will he not quench, - Faithfully, will he bring forth justice:

He will not fade, nor will he be crushed, Until he establish, in the earth, justice, And for his instruction, Coastlands, wait.