Isaiah 51 - NASB & NLT

I, I Myself, am He who comforts you. Who are you that you are afraid of mortal man, And of a son of man who is made like grass.

I, yes I, am the one who comforts you. So why are you afraid of mere humans, who wither like the grass and disappear?

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But now, Lord, You are our Father;
We are the clay, and You our potter,
And all of us are the work of Your hand.

Let’s not become discouraged in doing good, for in due time we will reap, if we do not become weary.

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