Handel put to such feeling-filled music lines from this haftorah of Isaiah: “Comfort ye my people.” Our fighting is ended. Every valley shall be raised and mountain lowered and the crooked roads shall be straightened. Yes, the grass shall dry out, and the flowers wilt, but Hashem’s arms will extend like a shepherd gathering in the lambs. The nations are like drops in a bucket, like dust. The graven idolatry of the clever craftsman will have no effect. We and our so-called leaders are like the grasshoppers in Hashem’s presence. Hashem is everlasting and there is no fathoming Hashem’s understanding. When we put our trust in Hashem we will rise up as the people do praising Hashem in the upper corner of the drawing.