8 For the moth shall eat them up like a garment, and the worm shall eat them like wool: but my righteousness shall be for ever, and my saving health from age to age.
9 Awake, awake, put on strength, O arm of the Lord; awake, as in the ancient days, in ages past. Art thou not he who cut off the proud one, and he who smote the dragon?
10 Art thou not he who dried up the sea, the waters of the great deep; he who turned the depths of the sea into a way, that the redeemed might pass over?
11 Therefore the ransomed of the Lord shall return and come with singing unto Zion; and everlasting joy shall be upon their head; they shall obtain gladness and joy; and sorrow and mourning shall flee away.
12 I, even I, am he that comforts you. Who art thou that thou should be afraid of man that is mortal and of the son of man which shall be counted as stubble?
13 And thou hast already forgotten the Lord thy maker that has stretched forth the heavens and laid the foundations of the earth and hast feared continually every day the fury of the oppressor when he was ready to destroy. But, where is the fury of the oppressor?
14 The prisoner is anxious that he may be loosed and that he should not die in the pit nor that his bread should fail.