But now, listen to me, Jacob my servant,
my land my chosen one.
The Lord who made you and helps you says:
Do not be afraid, O Jacob, my servant,
O my land, my chosen one.
For I will pour out water to quench your thirst
and to irrigate your parched fields.
And I will pour out my Spirit on your descendants,
and my blessing on your children.
They will thrive like watered grass,
like willows on a riverbank.
Some will proudly claim, ‘I belong to the Lord.’
Others will say, ‘I am a descendant of Jacob.’
Some will write the Lord’s name on their hands
and will take the name of your land as their own.