19 Your descendants like the sand,the offspring of your loins like its grains,Their name never cut offor blotted out from my presence.
20 Go forth from Babylon, flee from Chaldea!With shouts of joy declare this, announce it;Make it known to the ends of the earth,Say: “The Lord has redeemed his servant Jacob.
21 They did not thirstwhen he led them through dry lands;Water from the rock he set flowing for them;he cleft the rock, and waters welled forth.”
22 There is no peace for the wicked,says the Lord.