How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace, that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation, that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!
O thou afflicted, tossed with tempest, and not comforted, behold, I will set thy stones in fair colors, and lay thy foundations with sapphires.
Wherefore have we fasted, (say they), and thou seest not? (wherefore) have we afflicted our soul, and thou takest no knowledge? Behold, in the day of your fast ye find (your own) pleasure, and exact all your labors.