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Dreams hungry man of a full belly, then wakes empty as ever; dreams thirsty man of a cool draught, then wakes weary, and thirsty, and still unsatisfied! Such comfort shall be theirs, the many folk that beleaguered Sion. (Isaiah 29, 8)
Fruitless errand to a folk that could not save them; no help, no comfort there, only failure and mockery. (Isaiah 30, 5)
All that stubborn strength of his by terror unmanned, all his princes fled away! Such comfort the Lord sends to Sion, where his fire is lit, to Jerusalem, where glows his furnace. (Isaiah 31, 9)
these must be left to moulder in a common ruin; comfort they had none for their toiling worshippers,✻ living souls that have gone off into captivity. (Isaiah 46, 2)
Rejoice, echo all at once with rejoicing, ruined homes of Jerusalem; comfort from the Lord for the Lord’s people, Jerusalem redeemed! (Isaiah 52, 9)
the Lord will give thee rest✻ continually, fill thy soul with comfort, thy body with ease.✻ Not more secure the well-watered garden, the spring whose waters never fail. (Isaiah 58, 11)
proclaiming the year of the Lord’s pardon, the day when he, our God, will give us redress. Comfort for every mourner; (Isaiah 61, 2)
none shall break bread with the mourner, nor give him a draught of wine for his comfort, though father or mother he bewail. (Jeremiah 16, 7)
Glad the maidens shall dance, gladness there shall be for young and old alike; I will turn all their sorrow into joy, comfort and cheer their sad hearts. (Jeremiah 31, 13)
When Baruch, son of Nerias, had written down the words dictated to him by Jeremias, in the fourth year of Joachim’s reign in Juda, this comfort Jeremias gave him:✻ (Jeremiah 45, 1)
Ill might skirts of her robe the defilement conceal; alas, so reckless of her doom, alas, fallen so low, with none to comfort her! Mark it well, Lord; see how humbled I, how exultant my adversary! (Lamentations 1, 9)
Might I but confront thee with such another as thyself! What queen so unhappy as Jerusalem, what maid as Sion desolate? How shall I comfort thee? Sea-deep is thy ruin, and past all cure. (Lamentations 2, 13)
