40:1 “Comfort, comfort my people,”
says your
40:2 “Speak kindly to
that her time of warfare is over,
that her punishment is completed.
For the Lord has made her pay double
40:3 A voice cries out,
“In the wilderness clear a way for the Lord;
construct in the desert a road for our God.
40:4 Every valley must be elevated,
and every mountain and hill leveled.
The rough terrain will become a level plain,
the rugged landscape a wide valley.
40:5 The splendor
and all people
For
40:6 A voice says, “Cry out!”
Another asks,
The first voice responds:
and all their promises
40:7 The grass dries up,
the flowers wither,
when the wind sent by the Lord
Surely humanity
40:8 The grass dries up,
the flowers wither,
but the decree of our God is forever reliable.”