Isaiah 40:1

1 Give comfort, give comfort, to my people, says your God.

2 Say kind words to the heart of Jerusalem, crying out to her that her time of trouble is ended, that her punishment is complete; that she has been rewarded by the Lord's hand twice over for all her sins.

3 A voice of one crying, Make ready in the waste land the way of the Lord, make level in the lowland a highway for our God.

4 Let every valley be lifted up, and every mountain and hill be made low, and let the rough places become level, and the hilltops become a valley,

5 And the glory of the Lord will be made clear, and all flesh will see it together, for the mouth of the Lord has said it.

6 A voice of one saying, Give a cry! And I said, What is my cry to be? All flesh is grass, and all its strength like the flower of the field.

7 The grass becomes dry, the flower is dead; because the breath of the Lord goes over it: truly the people is grass.