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

I do not whisper obscurities in some dark corner. I would not have told the people of Israel to seek me if I could not be found. I, the Lord, speak only what is true and declare only what is right.

The desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose.

Grind the faces of the poor.

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.

For the LORD is our judge, the LORD is our lawgiver, the LORD is our king; it is he who will save us.

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.