Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, saith your God.
Refrain thy voice from weeping, and thine eyes from tears.
For thy soul shall be as a watered garden and ye shall not sorrow anymore at all.

I will give unto you beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.

Ye shall go out with joy and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.

For thy soul shall be as a watered garden and ye shall not sorrow anymore at all.