Om: 17, Boox II.ISAIAI-I. Ah—ahlI’m warm,—I feel theiirelThe refuse forms his God!That Image he adoresAnd says, Deliver me ZFor you to me are God lThey know not, nor reflect ;, They stop their eyes from sight;They keep their hearts from senseThey lay it not to heart;I burnt a part with tire,y Baked on its coals my bread;I roasted flesh and ate;And made the rest a God!_ A fool, I worship Wood !’The fool devours dirt,Deception veils his sense,My right hand holds a lie!jacob remember these,And Israel, as My friend;I formed you for My friendship.Forget not, Israel, ME.I drove your faults like clouds,Like fog dispersed your sins,Return to Me redeemed. The Loma has worked!Be shaken earth below;Hills burst, and roar, you Woods,With every tree in them.The Lomb sets jacob free,And Israel HE adorns! I freed you;And formed you from the womb;For I, the LIFE, made all,Alone, I stretched the skies,.Myself spread out the land.Alone producing Wonders,I prophets move in dance,Philosophers defeat,_ y And show their knowledge vain.But confirm, My .Servant’s wordWill complete My Agents’ newsThat jerusalemshall last,And ludah’s towns be built,!lAnd er ruins rise again.Who tells the Deep, f be dry; ,And let your Rivers waste ;»’Who calls His Shepherd, cyrus,Who will effect My plans;Who jerusalem will rebuild,And found a Temple there!465