From Great Saint Martin church in Cologne.
Second Song of the Suffering Servant
Hear me, coastlands, listen, distant peoples.
Before birth the LORD called me, from my mother’s womb he gave me my name.
He made my mouth like a sharp-edged sword, concealed me, shielded by his hand.
He made me a sharpened arrow, in his quiver he hid me.
He said to me, You are my servant, in you, Israel, I show my glory.
Though I thought I had toiled in vain, for nothing and for naught spent my strength,
Yet my right is with the LORD, my recompense is with my God.
For now the LORD has spoken who formed me as his servant from the womb,
That Jacob may be brought back to him and Israel gathered to him;
I am honored in the sight of the LORD, and my God is now my strength!
It is too little, he says, for you to be my servant,
to raise up the tribes of Jacob, and restore the survivors of Israel;
I will make you a light to the nations,
that my salvation may reach to the ends of the earth.
In the Kaiserdom, Frankfurt.
First Song of the Suffering Servant
Here is my servant whom I uphold,
my chosen one with whom I am pleased.
Upon him I have put my spirit;
he shall bring forth justice to the nations.
He will not cry out, nor shout, nor make his voice heard in the street.
A bruised reed he will not break, and a dimly burning wick he will not quench.
He will faithfully bring forth justice.
He will not grow dim or be bruised until he establishes justice on the earth;
the coastlands will wait for his teaching.
Thus says God, the LORD, who created the heavens and stretched them out,
who spread out the earth and its produce,
Who gives breath to its people and spirit to those who walk on it:
I, the LORD, have called you for justice, I have grasped you by the hand;
I formed you, and set you as a covenant for the people, a light for the nations,
To open the eyes of the blind, to bring out prisoners from confinement,
and from the dungeon, those who live in darkness.