Give comfort, give comfort, to my people, says your God.
Say kind words to the heart of Jerusalem, crying out to her that her time of trouble is ended, that her punishment is complete; that she has been rewarded by the Lord's hand twice over for all her sins.
A voice of one crying, Make ready in the waste land the way of the Lord, make level in the lowland a highway for our God.
Let every valley be lifted up, and every mountain and hill be made low, and let the rough places become level, and the hilltops become a valley,
And the glory of the Lord will be made clear, and all flesh will see it together, for the mouth of the Lord has said it.
A voice of one saying, Give a cry! And I said, What is my cry to be? All flesh is grass, and all its strength like the flower of the field.