Isaiah 59

There’s nothing wrong with God; the wrong is in me.

My wrongheaded life caused the split between me and God.

Which means that I’m a far cry from fair dealing, and I’m not even close to right living.

I long for light but sink into darkness, long for brightness but stumble through the night.

Like the blind, I inch along a wall, groping eyeless in the dark.

I shuffle my way in broad daylight, like the dead, but somehow walking.

I’m no better off than bears, groaning, and no worse off than doves, moaning.

I look for justice- not a sign of it; for salvation- not so much as a hint.

My wrongdoings pile up before you, God, my sins stand up to accuse me.

My wrongdoings stare me down; I know in detail what I’ve done:

    Mocking and denying God, not following my God,

    Spreading false rumors, inciting sedition,

    Pregnant with lies, muttering malice.

    Justic is beaten back, Rightenousness is banished to the sidelines,

    Truth staggers down the street, Honesty is nowhere to be found,

    Good is missing in action.

Anyone renouncing evil is beaten and robbed.