Wake up, wake up, O Zion! Clothe yourself with strength. Put on your beautiful clothes, O holy city of Jerusalem, for unclean and godless people will enter your gates no longer.
Rise from the dust, O Jerusalem. Sit in a place of honor. Remove the chains of slavery from your neck, O captive daughter of Zion.
For this is what the says: “When I sold you into exile, I received no payment. Now I can redeem you without having to pay for you.”
This is what the Sovereign says: “Long ago my people chose to live in Egypt. Now they are oppressed by Assyria.
What is this?” asks the . “Why are my people enslaved again? Those who rule them shout in exultation. My name is blasphemed all day long.
References for Isaiah 52:5
But I will reveal my name to my people, and they will come to know its power. Then at last they will recognize that I am the one who speaks to them.”
How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of the messenger who brings good news, the good news of peace and salvation, the news that the God of Israel reigns!
References for Isaiah 52:7