The Lord at last bestirs himself

14 Long time have I held my peace,

and restrained myself in silence;

but now, like a woman in travail,

I groan, I pant and gasp.

15 Mountains and hills I will waste,

I will dry up all their herbage;

the streams I will turn into sand,

and the pools I will clean dry up.

16 The blind I will lead and guide,

by ways and by paths unfamiliar;

their gloom I will turn into light,

and the ground that is rough I will level

these are the things I will do,

they will not be left undone.

17 But those who put trust in an idol,

and call an image their god,

will backward be driven in shame.