This is what God says, the God who builds a road right through the ocean, who carves a path through pounding waves,
The God who summons horses and chariots and armies - they lie down and then can't get up; they're snuffed out like so many candles:
"Forget about what's happened; don't keep going over old history.
Be alert, be present. I'm about to do something brand-new. It's bursting out! Don't you see it? There it is! I'm making a road through the desert, rivers in the badlands.