Great(i)
1 Comforte my people (O ye prophetes) comforte my people, sayeth your God,
2 comforte Ierusalem at the hert, & tell her: that her trauayle is at an ende that her offence is pardoned, that she hath receaued of the Lordes hande sufficient correccion for all her synnes.
3 A voyce crieth in wildernes. Prepare the waye for the Lorde in the wildernesse, make streyght the path for oure God in the deserte.
4 Let all valleyes be exalted, & euery mountayne & hill be layed lowe, what so is croked, let it be made strayght: & let the rough be made playne feldes.
5 For the glory of the Lorde shall appeare, and all flesh shall at once se it, for why: the mouth of the Lorde hath spoken it.