Lo, I am doing a new thing, now it springeth up, Do ye not know it? Yea, I put in a wilderness a way, In a desolate place -- floods.
Honour me doth the beast of the field, Dragons and daughters of an ostrich, For I have given in a wilderness waters, Floods in a desolate place, To give drink to My people -- My chosen.
This people I have formed for Myself, My praise they recount.
And Me thou hast not called, O Jacob, For thou hast been wearied of me, O Israel,
Thou hast not brought in to Me, The lamb of thy burnt-offerings, And [with] thy sacrifices thou hast not honoured Me, I have not caused thee to serve with a present, Nor wearied thee with frankincense.
Thou hast not bought for Me with money sweet cane, And [with] the fat of thy sacrifices hast not filled Me, Only -- thou hast caused Me to serve with thy sins, Thou hast wearied Me with thine iniquities.
I -- I [am] He who is blotting out Thy transgressions for Mine own sake, And thy sins I do not remember.
Cause me to remember -- we are judged together, Declare thou that thou mayest be justified.
Thy first father sinned, And thine interpreters transgressed against me,
And I pollute princes of the sanctuary, And I give Jacob to destruction, and Israel to revilings!