Assyria cannot save us;1 we will not mount war-horses.2 We will never again say 'Our gods'3 to what our own hands have made,4 for in you the fatherless5 find compassion."
"I will heal6 their waywardness7 and love them freely,8 for my anger has turned away9 from them.
I will be like the dew10 to Israel; he will blossom like a lily.11 Like a cedar of Lebanon12 he will send down his roots;136
his young shoots will grow. His splendor will be like an olive tree,14 his fragrance like a cedar of Lebanon.157
Men will dwell again in his shade.16 He will flourish like the grain. He will blossom17 like a vine, and his fame will be like the wine18 from Lebanon.198
O Ephraim, what more have Ia to do with idols?20 I will answer him and care for him. I am like a green pine21 tree; your fruitfulness comes from me."
Who is wise?22 He will realize these things. Who is discerning? He will understand them.23 The ways of the LORD are right;24 the righteous walk25 in them, but the rebellious stumble in them.