18 “Here is my servant whom I have chosen,
    the one I love, in whom I delight;(A)
I will put my Spirit on him,(B)
    and he will proclaim justice to the nations.
19 He will not quarrel or cry out;
    no one will hear his voice in the streets.
20 A bruised reed he will not break,
    and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out,
till he has brought justice through to victory.

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18 Behold my servant, whom I have chosen; my beloved, in whom my soul is well pleased: I will put my spirit upon him, and he shall shew judgment to the Gentiles.

19 He shall not strive, nor cry; neither shall any man hear his voice in the streets.

20 A bruised reed shall he not break, and smoking flax shall he not quench, till he send forth judgment unto victory.

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18 (A)“Behold, my (B)servant whom I have chosen,
    my beloved with whom my soul is well pleased.
(C)I will put my Spirit upon him,
    and he will proclaim justice to the Gentiles.
19 He will not quarrel or cry aloud,
    nor will anyone hear his voice in the streets;
20 a bruised reed he will not break,
    and a smoldering wick he will not quench,
until he brings justice to victory;

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18 (A)Behold, My [a]Servant whom I [b]have chosen;
(B)My Beloved in whom My soul [c]delights;
(C)I will put My Spirit upon Him,
(D)And He will proclaim [d]justice to the [e]Gentiles.
19 (E)He will not quarrel, nor cry out;
Nor will anyone hear His voice in the streets.
20 (F)A bent reed He will not break off,
And a dimly burning wick He will not extinguish,
Until He [f]leads [g]justice to victory.

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Footnotes

  1. Matthew 12:18 Lit Child
  2. Matthew 12:18 Lit chose
  3. Matthew 12:18 Or took pleasure
  4. Matthew 12:18 Or judgment
  5. Matthew 12:18 Or nations
  6. Matthew 12:20 Or brings forth
  7. Matthew 12:20 Or judgment

18 “Behold!(A) My Servant whom I have chosen,
My Beloved (B)in whom My soul is well pleased!
I will put My Spirit upon Him,
And He will declare justice to the Gentiles.
19 He will not quarrel nor cry out,
Nor will anyone hear His voice in the streets.
20 A bruised reed He will not break,
And smoking flax He will not quench,
Till He sends forth justice to victory;

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