Comfort, comfort my people,
says your God.
He tends his flock like a shepherd,
He gathers the lambs in his arms
and carries them close to his heart;
he gently leads those that have young.
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary
and his understanding no one can fathom.
He gives strength to the weary,
and increases the power of the weak.
Though the fig tree does not bud
and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails
and the fields produce no food,
though there are no sheep in the pen
and no cattle in the stalls,
yet I will rejoice in the Lord,
I will be joyful in God my savior.
The sovreign Lord is my strength
he makes my feet like the feet of the deer
he enables me to go on the heights.
May the Lord bless you.
May he keep you.
May he make his face to shine on you,
And may he give you peace.