Gen Z: Isaiah 44
1Yo, listen up, Jacob my dude; Israel, you’re the chosen one, fr.
2God’s like, “I made you, shaped you since day one, and I got your back; don’t sweat it, Jacob, my guy; and you, Jesurun, you’re my pick.”
3I’m gonna pour out blessings like water for the thirsty and floods for the dry; my spirit’s coming for your fam, and my blessings are on your kids, no cap.
4They’re gonna pop off like grass growing wild, like willows chilling by the water, vibes.
5One’s gonna say, “I’m with the Lord,” another’s gonna flex the name Jacob, and someone else will rep the Lord with the name Israel, lit.
6God the King of Israel says, “I’m the OG and the last; there’s no other God, periodt.”
7Who’s gonna call or set things straight like I do? I picked the ancient crew; let ‘em see what’s coming up next.
8Don’t be shook or scared; haven’t I told you all this before? You’re my witnesses. Is there any other God? Nah, I don’t know any.
9Those who make idols are just wasting their time; their stuff ain’t bringing in the dough, and they can’t even see or know what’s real, so they should be embarrassed.
10Who’s out here making a god or melting down an idol that’s totally useless?
11Yo, all his homies gonna be shook; the workers are just regular dudes. Gather ‘em up, let’s see them stand tall; they gonna be scared and lowkey embarrassed together.
12The smith is grinding with tongs in the coals, hammering it out like a boss, but he’s hungry and his energy’s fading. No water, feeling faint, fr.
13The carpenter pulls out his ruler, marks it with a line, shapes it up with planes, and sketches it out with a compass, making it look like a dude, all about that aesthetic for the house.
14He’s chopping down cedars, grabbing cypress and oak, making them strong for himself in the forest; plants an ash tree, and the rain's got it covered.
15Then it’s lit for a dude to burn; he uses it to warm up, lights it up, bakes bread, and even makes a god to worship, crafting a dope image and bowing down to it.
16He burns part of it in the fire; with the rest, he’s munching on meat, roasting it up, feeling satisfied; he warms himself and goes, “Aha, I’m cozy, I see the fire!”
17With the leftovers, he makes a god, his graven image; he bows down and worships, praying, “Save me; you’re my god.”
18They don’t get it or understand; God’s shut their eyes so they can’t see, and their hearts so they can’t comprehend, no cap.
19Nobody’s thinking about it, no knowledge or understanding to say, “I burned part of it in the fire; I also baked bread on those coals; I roasted meat and ate it—should I really make the rest an abomination? Am I gonna bow down to a tree trunk?”
20He’s munching on ashes; a tricked heart led him astray, can’t save his soul or even say, “Is there not a lie in my right hand?”
21Yo, Jacob and Israel, remember this: you’re my ride or die. I got you, fam; you ain’t forgotten, no cap.
22I’ve wiped your wrongs clean like a thick cloud; return to me, 'cause I’ve got your back, fr.
23Sing it, heavens! The Lord just popped off! Shout out, earth! Mountains and trees, let’s get it, 'cause the Lord's redeemed Jacob and flexed on Israel.
24The Lord, your redeemer, formed you from the jump. I’m the one who makes it all happen; I stretch the skies solo and spread the earth by myself, periodt.
25I’m out here messing with the fakes and driving the diviners wild; I flip wise guys backwards and make their smarts look sus.
26I back my servants' words and make my messengers’ plans pop off; I’m telling Jerusalem, you’re gonna be lit, and the cities of Judah, I’m rebuilding you, for real.
27I told the deep, “Get dry,” and I’ll dry up your rivers, no cap.
28I’m talking about Cyrus, my shepherd; he’s gonna do my thing, even telling Jerusalem, “You’re getting built up,” and to the temple, “Your foundation’s coming in hot.”