Isaiah 40
The Greatness Of God
And call out to her, that her warfare has ended,
That her iniquity has been removed,
That she has received of the LORD’S hand
Double for all her sins.”
“Clear the way for the LORD in the wilderness;
Make smooth in the desert a highway for our God.
And every mountain and hill be made low;
And let the rough ground become a plain,
And the rugged terrain a broad valley;
And all flesh will see it together;
For the mouth of the LORD has spoken.”
Then he answered, “What shall I call out?”
All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field.
When the breath of the LORD blows upon it;
Surely the people are grass.
But the word of our God stands forever.
O Zion, bearer of good news,
Lift up your voice mightily,
O Jerusalem, bearer of good news;
Lift it up, do not fear.
Say to the cities of Judah,
“Here is your God!”
With His arm ruling for Him.
Behold, His reward is with Him
And His recompense before Him.
In His arm He will gather the lambs
And carry them in His bosom;
He will gently lead the nursing ewes.
And marked off the heavens by the span,
And calculated the dust of the earth by the measure,
And weighed the mountains in a balance
And the hills in a pair of scales?
Or as His counselor has informed Him?
And who taught Him in the path of justice and taught Him knowledge
And informed Him of the way of understanding?
And are regarded as a speck of dust on the scales;
Behold, He lifts up the islands like fine dust.
Nor its beasts enough for a burnt offering.
They are regarded by Him as less than nothing and meaningless.
Or what likeness will you compare with Him?
A goldsmith plates it with gold,
And a silversmith fashions chains of silver.
Selects a tree that does not rot;
He seeks out for himself a skillful craftsman
To prepare an idol that will not totter.
Has it not been declared to you from the beginning?
Have you not understood from the foundations of the earth?
And its inhabitants are like grasshoppers,
Who stretches out the heavens like a curtain
And spreads them out like a tent to dwell in.
Who makes the judges of the earth meaningless.
Scarcely have they been sown,
Scarcely has their stock taken root in the earth,
But He merely blows on them, and they wither,
And the storm carries them away like stubble.
That I would be his equal?” says the Holy One.
And see who has created these stars,
The One who leads forth their host by number,
He calls them all by name;
Because of the greatness of His might and the strength of His power,
Not one of them is missing.
“My way is hidden from the LORD,
And the justice due me escapes the notice of my God”?
The Everlasting God, the LORD, the Creator of the ends of the earth
Does not become weary or tired.
His understanding is inscrutable.
And to him who lacks might He increases power.
And vigorous young men stumble badly,
Will gain new strength;
They will mount up with wings like eagles,
They will run and not get tired,
They will walk and not become weary.