^{1 Ref} Lo, My servant, I take hold on him, My chosen one -- My soul hath accepted, I have put My Spirit upon him, Judgment to nations he bringeth forth.

^{2 Ref} He doth not cry, nor lift up, Nor cause his voice to be heard, in the street.

^{3 Ref} A bruised reed he breaketh not, And dim flax he quencheth not, To truth he bringeth forth judgment.