Isaías 57

Ich will Frucht der Lippen schaffen, die da predigen: Friede, Friede! beide, denen in der Ferne und denen in der Nähe, spricht der HERR, und will sie heilen.

Porque no tengo de contender para siempre, ni para siempre me he de enojar: pues decaería ante mí el espíritu, y las almas que yo he criado.

For I will not contend for ever, neither will I be always wroth: for the spirit should fail before me, and the souls which I have made.

For I will not contend forever, neither will I always be angry; for the spirit would faint before me, and the souls whom I have made.