Isaiah 40:1–8
aComfort ye, comfort ye my people, saith your God.
2 Speak ye †comfortably to Jerusalem, and cry unto her,
That her ||warfare is accomplished,
That her iniquity is pardoned:
For she hath received of the Lord’s hand bdouble for all her sins.
3 cThe voice of him that crieth in the wilderness, dPrepare ye the way of the Lord,
eMake straight in the desert a highway for our God.
4 fEvery valley shall be exalted,
And egevery mountain and hill shall be made low:
And hthe crooked shall be made ||straight,
And the rough places ||plain:
5 And ithe glory of the Lord shall be revealed,
kAnd all flesh shall see it together:
lFor the mouth of the Lord hath spoken it.
And he said, What shall I cry?
And all the goodliness thereof is as opthe flower of the field:
7 mqThe grass withereth, othe flower fadeth:
Because rthe spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it:
8 mThe grass withereth, the flower fadeth: