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CHAPTER 40

                 1Comfort, O comfort My people,

                     says your God.

                 2Speak to the heart of Jerusalem

                     and call out to her,

                 for her term of service is ended,

                     her crime is expiated,

                 for she has taken from the LORD’s hand

                     double for all her offenses.

                 3A voice calls out in the wilderness:

                     Clear a way for the LORD’s road,

                         level in the desert a highway for our God!

                 4Every valley shall be lifted high

                     and every mountain brought low,

                 and the crooked shall be straight,

                     and the ridges become a valley.

                 5And the LORD’s glory shall be revealed,

                     and all flesh together see

                         that the LORD’s mouth has spoken.

                 6A voice calls out, saying: “Call!”

                     And I said, “What shall I call?”—

                 All flesh is grass

                     and all its trust like the flowers of the field.

                 7Grass dries up, the flower fades,

                     for the LORD’s wind has blown upon it.

                         The people indeed is grass.

                 8Grass dries up, the flower fades,

                     but the word of our God stands forever.

                 9On a high mountain go up,

                     O herald of Zion.

                 Raise your voice mightily,

                     raise it, do not fear.

                 Say to the towns of Judah:

                     here is your God.

                 10Look, the Master LORD shall come in power,

                     His arm commanding for Him.

                 Look, His reward is with Him,

                     His wages before Him.

                 11Like a shepherd He minds His flock

                     in His arm He gathers lambs,

                         and in his lap He bears them, leads the ewes.

                 12Who with his hand’s hollow has measured the waters,

                     the heavens has gauged with a span,

                 and meted earth’s dust with a measure,

                     weighed with a scale the mountains

                         and the hills with a balance?

                 13Who has gauged the LORD’s spirit,

                     and what man told then His plan?

                 14With whom did He counsel, who informed Him,

                     who taught Him the path of justice,

                 taught Him knowledge

                     and the way of discernment informed Him?

                 15Why, nations are a drop from the bucket,

                     like the balance’s dust are reckoned.

                         Why, the coastlands He plucks up like dust.

                 16Lebanon has not enough fuel,

                     and its beasts not enough for burnt offering.

                 17All the nations are as naught before Him,

                     as nothing and void they are reckoned by Him.

                 18And to whom would you liken God,

                     and what likeness for Him propose?

                 19The craftsman has shaped the idol,

                     and the smith overlays it with gold

                         and forges the links of silver.

                 20Mulberry wood for the gift,

                     wood that won’t rot he chooses.

                 A skilled craftsman he seeks for himself

                     to ready an idol that will not topple.

                 21Do you not know,

                     have you not heard?

                 Was it not told to you from the first,

                     have you not grasped how the earth was founded?

                 22He is enthroned on the rim of the earth,

                     and its dwellers are like grasshoppers.

                 He spreads out the heavens like gauze

                     and stretches them like a tent to dwell in.

                 23He turns princes into nothing,

                     earth’s rulers He makes as naught.

                 24Hardly planted, hardly sown,

                     hardly their stem rooted in earth,

                 When He blows on them, they wither,

                     and the storm bears them off like chaff.

                 25And to whom would you liken Me

                     that I be compared, says the Holy One?

                 26Lift up your eyes on high,

                     and see, who created these?

                 He Who musters their host by number

                     and all of them calls by name.

                 Through abundant strength and mighty power,

                     no one lacks in the ranks.

                 27Why should you say, O Jacob,

                     and speak, O Israel:

                 My way is hidden from the LORD,

                     my cause is ignored by my God?

                 28Do you not know,

                     have you not heard?—

                 an eternal God is the LORD,

                     Creator of the ends of the earth.

                 He does not tire, is not weary,

                     His discernment cannot be fathomed.

                 29He gives vigor to the weary,

                     and great power to those sapped of strength.

                 30Lads may grow weary and tire,

                     and young men may badly stumble.

                 31But who wait for the LORD shall renew vigor,

                     shall grow new pinions like the eagles,

                 shall run and shall not tire,

                     walk on and not be weary.