Look! I'm doing a new thing; now it sprouts up; don't you recognize it? I'm making a way in the desert, pathsa in the wilderness.
The beasts of the field, the jackals and ostriches, will honor me, because I have put water in the desert and streams in the wilderness to give water to my people, my chosen ones,
this people whom I formed for myself, who will recount my praise.
But you didn't call out to me, Jacob; you were tired of me, Israel.
You didn't bring me lambs for your entirely burned offering; you didn't honor me with your sacrifices. I didn't make you worship with offerings; I didn't weary you with frankincense.
You didn't buy spices for me with your money, or satisfy me with the fat of your sacrifices. Instead, you have burdened me with your sins and wearied me with your evil actions.
I, I am the one who wipes out your rebellious behavior for my sake. I won't remember your sin.
Summon me, and let's go to trial together; you tell your story so that you may be vindicated!
Your first ancestor sinned, and your officials rebelled against me.
So I made the holy officials impure, handed over Jacob to destruction and Israel to abuse.