TSK · Isaiah 54:8

To the chiefe musition, a Psalme of Dauid. Howe long wylt thou forget me O God, for euer? howe long wilt thou hyde thy face from me?

Who redeemeth thy lyfe from destruction: and crowneth thee with mercie and louyng kyndnesse.

And I wyll wayte vpon the Lorde that hideth his face from the house of Iacob, and I wyll loke for him.

I was so wroth with my people, that I punished myne inheritaunce, and gaue them into thy power, neuerthelesse thou shewedst them no mercy, but euen the very aged of them diddest thou oppresse right sore with the yoke.

And I wyll feede thine enemies with their owne fleshe, & make them drunken with their owne blood, as with sweete wine: And all fleshe shall knowe O Iacob that I am the Lorde thy sauiour, thy noble redeemer.

The mountaynes shall remoue, and the hylles shall fall downe: but my louyng kyndnesse shall not moue, and the bonde of my peace shall not fall downe from thee, saith the Lorde thy mercifull louer.

For I chyde not euer, and am not wroth without ende: but the blasting goeth from me, and is included in the body, and I made the breath.

Euen so shall the Lorde nowe also appeare vnto me from farre and say I loue thee with an euerlasting loue, therfore by my mercie I haue drawen thee vnto me.

After that wil I hyde my face no more from them, but will powre out my spirite vpon the house of Israel, sayth the Lorde God.

Our Lorde Iesus Christe, and God and our father, whiche hath loued vs, and hath geuen vs euerlastyng consolation, and good hope in grace,