3
Ashshur can't save us. We won't ride on horses; Neither will we say any more to the work of our hands, 'Our gods!' For in you the fatherless finds mercy."
4
"I will heal their waywardness. I will love them freely; For my anger is turned away from him.
5
I will be like the dew to Yisra'el. He will blossom like the lily, And send down his roots like Levanon.
6
His branches will spread, And his beauty will be like the olive tree, And his fragrance like Levanon.
7
Men will dwell in his shade. They will revive like the grain, And blossom like the vine. Their fragrance will be like the wine of Levanon.