"Comfort, yes, comfort My people!" Says your God.
"Speak comfort to Jerusalem, and cry out to her, That her warfare is ended, That her iniquity is pardoned; For she has received from the Lord's hand Double for all her sins."
The voice of one crying in the wilderness: "Prepare the way of the Lord; Make straight in the desert a A highway for our God.
Every valley shall be exalted And every mountain and hill brought low; The crooked places shall be made straight And the rough places smooth;
The glory of the Lord shall be revealed, And all flesh shall see it together; For the mouth of the Lord has spoken."
The voice said, "Cry out!" And he b said, "What shall I cry?" "All flesh is grass, And all its loveliness is like the flower of the field.
The grass withers, the flower fades, Because the breath of the Lord blows upon it; Surely the people are grass.