God

Hizkiyahu said to Yesha'yahu, "The word of ADONAI which you have just told me is good"; because he thought, "At least peace and truth will continue during my lifetime."

"Comfort and keep comforting my people," says your God.

"Tell Yerushalayim to take heart; proclaim to her that she has completed her time of service, that her guilt has been paid off, that she has received at the hand of ADONAI double for all her sins."

Then the glory of ADONAI will be revealed; all humankind together will see it, for the mouth of ADONAI has spoken."

the grass dries up, the flower fades, when a wind from ADONAI blows on it. Surely the people are grass!

The grass dries up, the flower fades; but the word of our God will stand forever."

You who bring good news to Tziyon, get yourself up on a high mountain; you who bring good news to Yerushalayim, cry out at the top of your voice! Don't be afraid to shout out loud! Say to the cities of Y'hudah, "Here is your God!

Here comes Adonai ELOHIM with power, and his arm will rule for him. Look! His reward is with him, and his recompense is before him.

Who has counted the handfuls of water in the sea, measured off the sky with a ruler, gauged how much dust there is on the earth, weighed the mountains on scales, or the hills in a balance?

Who has measured the Spirit of ADONAI? Who has been his counselor, instructing him?

Whom did he consult, to gain understanding? Who taught him how to judge, taught him what he needed to know, showed him how to discern?

The nations are like a drop in a bucket, they count like a grain of dust on the scales. The islands weigh as little as specks of dust.

Before him all the nations are like nothing. He regards them as less than nothing.

With whom, then, will you compare God? By what standard will you evaluate him?

He who sits above the circle of the earth - for whom its inhabitants appear like grasshoppers - stretches out the heavens like a curtain, spreads them out like a tent to live in.

He reduces princes to nothing, the rulers of the earth to emptiness.

Scarcely are they planted, scarcely sown, scarcely their stem taken root in the ground, when he blows on them, they dry up, and the whirlwind carries them off like straw.

"With whom, then, will you compare me? With whom am I equal?" asks the Holy One.

Turn your eyes to the heavens! See who created these? He brings out the army of them in sequence, summoning each by name. Through his great might and his massive strength, not one of them is missing.

Why do you complain, Ya'akov; why do you say, Isra'el, "My way is hidden from ADONAI, my rights are ignored by my God"?

Haven't you known, haven't you heard that the everlasting God, ADONAI, the Creator of the ends of the earth, does not grow tired or weary? His understanding cannot be fathomed.

He invigorates the exhausted, he gives strength to the powerless.

but those who hope in ADONAI will renew their strength, they will soar aloft as with eagles' wings; when they are running they won't grow weary, when they are walking they won't get tired.

Whose work is this? Who has brought it about? He who called the generations from the beginning, "I, ADONAI, am the first; and I am the same with those who are last."

"But you, Isra'el, my servant; Ya'akov, whom I have chosen, descendants of Avraham my friend,