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Le livre du prophète Ésaïe 46

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1Bel is bowed, Nebo is cowering,Their images are a burden for beasts and cattle;The things you would carry [in procession]Are now piled as a burdenOn tired [beasts].

2They cowered, they bowed as well,They could not rescue the burden, And they themselves went into captivity.

3Listen to Me, O House of Jacob,All that are left of the House of Israel,Who have been carried since birth,Supported since leaving the womb:

4Till you grow old, I will still be the same;When you turn gray, it is I who will carry;I was the Maker, and I will be the Bearer;And I will carry and rescue [you].

5To whom can you compare MeOr declare Me similar?To whom can you liken Me,So that we seem comparable?

6Those who squander gold from the purseAnd weigh out silver on the balance, They hire a metal worker to make it into a god,To which they bow down and prostrate themselves.

7They must carry it on their backs and transport it;When they put it down, it stands,It does not budge from its place.If they cry out to it, it does not answer;It cannot save them from their distress.

8Keep this in mind, and stand firm! Take this to heart, you sinners!

9Bear in mind what happened of old;For I am God, and there is none else,I am divine, and there is none like Me.

10I foretell the end from the beginning,And from the start, things that had not occurred.I say: My plan shall be fulfilled;I will do all I have purposed.

11I summoned that swooping bird from the East; From a distant land, the man for My purpose.I have spoken, so I will bring it to pass;I have designed it, so I will complete it.

12Listen to Me, you stubborn of heart, Who are far from victory:

13I am bringing My victory close;It shall not be far,And My triumph shall not be delayed.I will grant triumph in ZionTo Israel, in whom I glory.

source: THE JPS TANAKH: Gender-Sensitive Edition

WEBREATH · 11:11

«Que tout ce qui respire loue Yah» — Psaume 150:6

Le souffle est un pour tous : chacun en vit, qui qu’il soit et quoi qu’il croie. Chaque jour à 11:11, heure locale, des personnes s’arrêtent soixante secondes, respirent et remercient DIEU pour le souffle — chacune avec ses mots, chacune en elle-même. Dans cette minute, nous sommes Un Seul Souffle.

WEBREATH — la Minute à 11:11, votre heure locale — nous sommes Un Seul Souffle