Call for God’s Mighty Intervention

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Awake, awake, put on strength, O arm of the LORD. Wake up as in days past, as in generations of old. Was it not You who cut Rahab to pieces, who pierced through the dragon?

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Was it not You who dried up the sea, the waters of the great deep, who made a road in the depths of the sea for the redeemed to cross over?

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So the redeemed of the LORD will return and enter Zion with singing, crowned with everlasting joy. Gladness and joy will overtake them, and sorrow and sighing will flee.

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“I, even I, am He who comforts you. Why should you be afraid of mortal man, of a son of man who withers like grass?

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But you have forgotten the LORD, your Maker, who stretched out the heavens and laid the foundations of the earth. You live in terror all day long because of the fury of the oppressor who is bent on destruction. But where is the fury of the oppressor?

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The captive will soon be freed; he will not die in the dungeon, and his bread will not be lacking.

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For I am the LORD your God who stirs up the sea so that its waves roar— the LORD of Hosts is His name.

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I have put My words in your mouth, and covered you with the shadow of My hand, to establish the heavens, to found the earth, and to say to Zion, ‘You are My people.’”

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Awake, awake! Rise up, O Jerusalem, you who have drunk from the hand of the LORD the cup of His fury; you who have drained the goblet to the dregs— the cup that makes men stagger.

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Among all the sons she bore, there is no one to guide her; among all the sons she brought up, there is no one to take her hand.

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These pairs have befallen you: devastation and destruction, famine and sword. Who will grieve for you? Who can comfort you?

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Your sons have fainted; they lie at the head of every street, like an antelope in a net. They are full of the wrath of the LORD, the rebuke of your God.

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Therefore now hear this, you afflicted one, drunken, but not with wine.

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Thus says your Lord, the LORD, even your God, who defends His people: “See, I have removed from your hand the cup of staggering. From that goblet, the cup of My fury, you will never drink again.

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I will place it in the hands of your tormentors, who told you: ‘Lie down, so we can walk over you,’ so that you made your back like the ground, like a street to be traversed.”

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