Yet your city says, “The Lord has deserted us;
the Lord has forgotten us.”

Never! Can a mother forget her nursing child?
Can she feel no love for the child she has borne?
But even if that were possible,
I would not forget you!
See, I have written your name on the palms of my hands.
Always in my mind is a picture of my city’s walls in ruins.
Soon your descendants will come back,
and all who are trying to destroy you will go away.
Look around you and see,
for all your children will come back to you.
As surely as I live,
they will be like jewels or bridal ornaments for you to display.

Even the most desolate parts of your abandoned land
will soon be crowded with your people.
Isaiah 49.14-19a