The bricks are fallen down, but we will build with hewn stones: the sycamores are cut down, but we will change them into cedars.

Prepare ye the way of the Lord.

Woe is me, for I am ruined! Because I am a man of unclean lips, And I live among a people of unclean lips; For my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts.

Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts; the whole earth is full of His glory.

The bricks are fallen down, but we will build with hewn stones: the sycamores are cut down, but we will change them into cedars.

You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands. Instead of the thornbush will grow the pine tree, and instead of briers the myrtle will grow. This will be for the LORD's renown, for an everlasting sign, which will not be destroyed.

Therefore a curse consumes the earth; its people must bear their guilt. Therefore earth's inhabitants are burned up, and very few are left.