Awake, awake, put on strength, arm of the LORD. Awake as in times past, generations long ago. Aren't you the one who crushed Rahab, who pierced the dragon?
Didn't you dry up the sea, the waters of the great deep? And didn't you make the redeemed a road to cross through the depths of the sea, a road for the redeemed to pass?
Then let those ransomed by the LORD return and come to Zion with singing and with everlasting joy upon their heads. Let happiness and joy overwhelm them; let grief and groaning flee.
I, I am the one who comforts you. Why should you fear humans who will die, mortals who are treated like grass?
You forgot the LORD your maker, the one who stretched out the heavens and founded the earth. You were continually afraid, all day long, on account of the oppressor's wrath— a fear by which they intend to destroy you. Where now is the oppressor's wrath?
The imprisoned ones will soon be released; they won't die in the pit nor even lack bread.
I am the LORD your God, who stirs up the sea so that its waves roar— the LORD of heavenly forces is his name.
I put my words in your mouth and hid you in the shadow of my hand, stretching outa the heavens, founding the earth, and saying to Zion, "You are my people."