Dress for a party
1Wake up Jerusalem.
Put on your best clothes.
Celebrate, Holy City.
Dress like you’re royalty,
For Jerusalem is holy
And now off-limits to pagans. [1]
Shake off the dust.
Sit on your throne, Jerusalem.
Break those chains that held you.
You’re not captives anymore.
3The LORD has this to say:
You were sold for nothing—given away. [2]
You’ll be saved for nothing—released.
When Jerusalem died
4The LORD says this:
You moved to Egypt long ago,
And lived there as foreign immigrants.
Assyrians later attacked you
Though you did nothing to deserve it. [3]
Once again, invaders took my people captive, [4]
And led them into exile for no reason.
Those invaders mock your God.
They make fun of him every day.
6Soon enough my people will hear from me.
They’ll learn who I am.
They’ll know it’s me talking.
Beautiful messenger of peace
7How beautiful to see on the mountains
A messenger bringing news of peace.
Jerusalem is rescued, so spread the word:
“Your God reigns on his throne as King.”
Like a choir, they sing for joy.
For this is the day everyone sees
The LORD has come to Jerusalem.
9From these rocky ruins, sing for joy,
Shout for the rise of Jerusalem.
The LORD comforts his people
With news of Jerusalem’s rescue.
Muscles of God
10The LORD flexes his muscles
And the world sees it.
The LORD’s coming to the rescue
And the world will watch.
Don’t take sinful things with you.
Those who carry sacred Temple objects
First need to ritually purify [5]themselves.
12You won’t have to leave in a hurry.
No one will chase you away.
But the LORD will travel ahead of you
And Israel’s God will cover your back.
Israel’s shocking change
13My servant [6] will live a prosperous life
Of respect and honor and privilege.
Disfigured and marred,
He barely looked human.
He didn’t seem of this earth.
15He’ll shock the world again.
Kings will fall speechless
As they see what they never heard of
And think of what they never considered.




