"Comfort my people," says our God. "Comfort them!
Encourage the people of Jerusalem. Tell them they have suffered long enough and their sins are now forgiven. a I have punished them in full for all their sins."
A voice cries out, 1 "Prepare in the wilderness a road for the Lord! Clear the way in the desert for our God!
Fill every valley; level every mountain. The hills will become a plain, and the rough country will be made smooth.
Then the glory of the Lord will be revealed, and all people will see it. The Lord himself has promised this."
A voice cries out, "Proclaim a message!" 2 "What message shall I proclaim?" I ask. "Proclaim that all human beings are like grass; they last no longer than wild flowers.
Grass withers and flowers fade when the Lord sends the wind blowing over them. People are no more enduring than grass.