Comfort you, comfort you my people, says your God.
Speak comfortably to Yerushalayim; and cry to her, that her warfare is accomplished, that her iniquity is pardoned, that she has received of the LORD's hand double for all her sins.
The voice of one who cries, Prepare you in the wilderness the way of the LORD; make level in the desert a highway for our God.
Every valley shall be exalted, and every mountain and hill shall be made low; and the uneven shall be made level, and the rough places a plain:
and the glory of the LORD shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together; for the mouth of the LORD has spoken it.
The voice of one saying, Cry. One said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the glory of it is as the flower of the field.
The grass withers, the flower fades, because the breath of the LORD blows on it; surely the people is grass.