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Assyria cannot save us.
    We will not ride on horses.
    We will no longer call the work of our hands our gods!
    For in you the fatherless child finds compassion.”

I will cure them of their unfaithfulness.
    I will love them freely,
    for my anger has turned away from them.
I will be refreshing like dew to Israel.
    It will blossom like a lily.
    It will take root like a cedar of Lebanon.

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