13 When you cry out(A) for help,
    let your collection of idols save(B) you!
The wind will carry all of them off,
    a mere breath will blow(C) them away.
But whoever takes refuge(D) in me
    will inherit the land(E)
    and possess my holy mountain.”(F)

Comfort for the Contrite

14 And it will be said:

“Build up, build up, prepare the road!(G)
    Remove the obstacles out of the way of my people.”(H)
15 For this is what the high and exalted(I) One says—
    he who lives forever,(J) whose name is holy:
“I live in a high(K) and holy place,
    but also with the one who is contrite(L) and lowly in spirit,(M)
to revive the spirit of the lowly
    and to revive the heart of the contrite.(N)
16 I will not accuse(O) them forever,
    nor will I always be angry,(P)
for then they would faint away because of me—
    the very people(Q) I have created.
17 I was enraged by their sinful greed;(R)
    I punished them, and hid(S) my face in anger,
    yet they kept on in their willful ways.(T)
18 I have seen their ways, but I will heal(U) them;
    I will guide(V) them and restore comfort(W) to Israel’s mourners,
19     creating praise on their lips.(X)
Peace, peace,(Y) to those far and near,”(Z)
    says the Lord. “And I will heal them.”
20 But the wicked(AA) are like the tossing sea,(AB)
    which cannot rest,
    whose waves cast up mire(AC) and mud.
21 “There is no peace,”(AD) says my God, “for the wicked.”(AE)

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13 When thou criest, let thy companies deliver thee; but the wind shall carry them all away; vanity shall take them: but he that putteth his trust in me shall possess the land, and shall inherit my holy mountain;

14 And shall say, Cast ye up, cast ye up, prepare the way, take up the stumblingblock out of the way of my people.

15 For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.

16 For I will not contend for ever, neither will I be always wroth: for the spirit should fail before me, and the souls which I have made.

17 For the iniquity of his covetousness was I wroth, and smote him: I hid me, and was wroth, and he went on frowardly in the way of his heart.

18 I have seen his ways, and will heal him: I will lead him also, and restore comforts unto him and to his mourners.

19 I create the fruit of the lips; Peace, peace to him that is far off, and to him that is near, saith the Lord; and I will heal him.

20 But the wicked are like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt.

21 There is no peace, saith my God, to the wicked.

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