'Console my people, console them,' says your God.
'Speak to the heart of Jerusalem and cry to her that her period of service is ended, that her guilt has been atoned for, that, from the hand of Yahweh, she has received double punishment for all her sins.'
A voice cries, 'Prepare in the desert a way for Yahweh. Make a straight highway for our God across the wastelands.
Let every valley be filled in, every mountain and hill be levelled, every cliff become a plateau, every escarpment a plain;
then the glory of Yahweh will be revealed and all humanity will see it together, for the mouth of Yahweh has spoken.'
Go up on a high mountain, messenger of Zion. Shout as loud as you can, messenger of Jerusalem! Shout fearlessly, say to the towns of Judah, 'Here is your God.'
Here is Lord Yahweh coming with power, his arm maintains his authority, his reward is with him and his prize precedes him.
He is like a shepherd feeding his flock, gathering lambs in his arms, holding them against his breast and leading to their rest the mother ewes.