All the earth is at rest and is quiet: they are bursting into song. Even the trees of the wood are glad over you, the trees of Lebanon, saying, From the time of your fall no wood-cutter has come up against us with an axe.

Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.

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

He that slayeth an ox is as he that killeth a human.

Prepare ye the way of the Lord.

I have called you by name, you are mine... you are precious in my sight.

Woe to the wicked! Disaster is upon them! They will be paid back for what their hands have done.