4
Assur shall never save us; we will not mount on horseback; we will no longer say to the works of our hands, Our gods. He who is in thee shall pity the orphan.
5
I will restore their dwellings, I will love them truly: for he has turned away my wrath from him.
6
I will be as dew to Israel: he shall bloom as the lily, and cast forth his roots as Libanus.
7
His branches shall spread, and he shall be as a fruitful olive, and his smell shall be as of Libanus.
8
They shall return, and dwell under his shadow: they shall live and be satisfied with corn, and he shall flower as a vine: his memorial shall be to Ephraim as the wine of Libanus.
The Brenton translation of the Septuagint is in the public domain.