1 Listen, O isles, unto me, and hearken, ye peoples, from far, The Lord has called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother he has remembered my name.
2 And he has made my mouth like a sharp sword; with the shadow of his hand he has covered me, and made me a clean arrow; in his quiver he has kept me.
3 And he said unto me, Thou art my slave, O Israel; in thee I will glory.
4 But I said, I have laboured in vain; I have spent my strength for nothing, and in vain; yet surely my judgment is before the Lord and my recompense with my God.