From: perry.winkle@holyspirit.cc   
      
   Isaiah Chapter: 50   
      
   2 Wherefore, when I came, was there no man? when I called, was there none to   
   answer? Is   
   my hand shortened at all, that it cannot redeem? or have I no power to   
   deliver? Behold,   
   at my rebuke I dry up the sea, I make the rivers a wilderness: their fish   
   stink, because   
   there is no water, and die for thirst.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)