Gen Z: Isaiah 42
1Check it, my homie is the one I got your back; my chosen one, vibes are immaculate; I dropped my spirit on him: he’s gonna bring the truth to the nations.
2He ain't gonna shout, or flex, or make noise in the streets.
3A bruised reed? He won’t break it, and a flickering flame? He won’t snuff it out: he’s bringing truth, no cap.
4He won't flop or get down; he’s setting judgment on the earth: the islands are waiting for his rules, periodt.
5God the Lord says, he made the heavens and stretched 'em out; he spread the earth and everything in it; he gives breath to the people living here, and spirit to those walking around.
6I, the Lord, called you to be righteous, I got your hand, keeping you safe, and you’re gonna be a deal for the people, a light for the nations.
7To open blind eyes, bring the homies outta jail, and pull those stuck in darkness into the light.
8I’m the Lord: that’s my name; my glory ain’t for anyone else, and my praise ain’t for idols.
9Look, the old stuff is done, and I’m dropping new things: before they pop off, I’m letting you know.
10Sing to the Lord a fresh jam, and praise him from the ends of the earth, you who vibe with the sea and all that’s in it; the islands and all the peeps there.
11Let the wild and the cities shout out, the villages where Kedar chills: let the rock dwellers sing, let them yell from the mountain tops.
12Let them give glory to the Lord, and shout his praise in the islands.
13The Lord is gonna pop off like a beast, stirring up jealousy like a warrior: he’s gonna yell, for real; he’s gonna take down his enemies.
14I’ve been chillin’ for a minute; I’ve been quiet, but now I’m about to scream like a woman giving birth; I’m gonna wreck everything at once.
15I’m making mountains and hills a hot mess, drying up all the herbs; I’ll turn rivers into islands, and dry up pools.
16I’ll lead the blind on a path they don’t know; I’ll show them ways they’ve never seen: I’ll make dark stuff light for them, and crooked things straight. I got you, and won’t ditch you.
17They’ll be turned back, totally embarrassed, those who trust in idols, telling molten images, “You’re our gods.”
18Yo, hear me, you deaf peeps; look, you blind ones, so you can see.
19Who’s blind? My homie. Who’s deaf? My messenger I sent? Who’s blind like the perfect one, and as blind as the Lord’s servant?
20Seeing a lot, but not paying attention; opening ears, but not hearing.
21The Lord is vibing with righteousness; he’ll make the law lit and honorable.
22But this crew is robbed and messed up; they’re all stuck in holes, hiding in jails: they’re easy prey, and no one’s saving them; they’re spoils, and no one’s saying, “Restore.”
23Who’s gonna listen to this? Who’s gonna hear what’s coming?
24Who gave Jacob to be robbed, and Israel to the thieves? Didn’t the Lord do that, against whom we’ve messed up? They wouldn’t walk in his ways, nor obey his law.
25So he’s poured out his anger on him, and the strength of battle: it’s like a fire all around him, but he didn’t even notice; it burned him, but he didn’t care.