8 For ^athe moth will eat them up like a garment,
And the worm will eat them like wool;
But My righteousness will be forever,
And My salvation from generation to generation.” ‡

9 ^aAwake, awake, ^bput on strength,
O arm of the Lord!
Awake ^cas in the ancient days,
In the generations of old.
^dAre You not the arm that cut ^eRahab apart,
And wounded the ^fserpent? ‡

11 So ^athe ransomed of the Lord shall return,
And come to Zion with singing,
With everlasting joy on their heads.
They shall obtain joy and gladness;
Sorrow and sighing shall flee away. ‡

12 “I, even I, am He ^awho comforts you.
Who are you that you should be afraid
^bOf a man who will die,
And of the son of a man who will be made ^clike grass? ‡