“When Israel was a child, I loved him, and I called my son out of Egypt.
But the more I called to him, the farther he moved from me, offering sacrifices to the images of Baal and burning incense to idols.
I myself taught Israel how to walk, leading him along by the hand. But he doesn’t know or even care that it was I who took care of him.
I led Israel along with my ropes of kindness and love. I lifted the yoke from his neck, and I myself stooped to feed him.