19 Your descendants would be like sand.Your children would be like its grains.Their names would not be cut off or wiped out in my presence.
20 Leave Babylon; flee from the Babylonians!Shout for joy as you tell it and announce it.Shout it out to the ends of the earth.Say that the Lord has reclaimed his servant Jacob.
21 They weren’t thirsty when he led them through the deserts.He made water flow from a rock for them.He split a rock, and water gushed out.
22 “There is no peace for the wicked,” says the Lord.