For Sheol cannot praise thee, death cannot celebrate thee: They that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.
I have raised him up in righteousness, and I will make straight all his ways: he shall build my city, and he shall let my exiles go free, not for price nor reward, saith Jehovah of hosts.
They shall not hunger nor thirst; neither shall the heat nor sun smite them: for he that hath mercy on them will lead them, even by springs of water will he guide them.
Shake thyself from the dust; arise, sit (on thy throne), O Jerusalem: loose thyself from the bonds of thy neck, O captive daughter of Zion.