Delitzsch on Isaiah 40-66


[H]ere in ch. 40-66, where [Isaiah] no longer has his foot upon the soil of his own time, but is transported into the far distant future, as into his own home, even the language retains an ideal and, so to speak, ethereal character. It has grown into a broad, pellucid, shining stream, which floats us over as it were into the world beyond, upon majestic yet gentle translucent waves.

– F. Delitzsch, Isaiah

Must have been the night that he got out the good port.


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