1Awake, awake, put on thy strength, O Zion, put on thy beautifull garments, O Ierusalem the holy citie: for hencefoorth there shall no more come into thee the vncircumcised, and the vncleane. 2Shake thy selfe from the dust: arise, and sit downe, O Ierusalem: loose thy selfe from the bandes of thy necke, O captiue daughter of Zion. 3For thus sayth the Lord, Yee haue solde your selues for nought: and ye shall be redeemed without money.4For thus saith the Lord God, My people went downe aforetime into Egypt to soiourne there, and the Assyrian oppressed them without cause. 5Now therefore, what haue I here, sayth the Lord, that my people is taken away for nought? they that rule ouer them, make them to howle, sayth the Lord, and my Name continually euery day is blasphemed.