11 I will make a road for my people. The mountains will be made flat, and the low roads will be raised.
12 “Look! People are coming to me from faraway places. They are coming to me from the north and from the west. They are coming to me from Aswan in Egypt.”
13 Heavens and earth, be happy! Mountains, shout with joy! The Lord comforts his people. He is good to his poor people.
14 But now Zion says, “The Lord has left me; the Lord has forgotten me.”
15 But the Lord says, “Can a woman forget her baby? Can she forget the child who came from her body? Even if she can forget her children, I cannot forget you.
16 I drew a picture of you on my hand. You are always before my eyes.
17 Your children will come back to you, and those who destroyed you will leave.