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1 Behold, My servant, I take hold on Him, || My Chosen One—My soul has accepted, I have put My Spirit on Him, || He brings forth judgment to nations. 2 He does not cry, nor lift up, || Nor cause His voice to be heard in the street. 3 A bruised reed He does not break, || And faded flax He does not quench, || He brings forth judgment to truth. 4 He does not become weak nor bruised, || Until He sets judgment in the earth, || And islands wait with hope for His law. Isaiah 42:1-4, Literal Standard Version. Copyright © 2020 Covenant Press.
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