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Assyria shall not save us; we will not ride upon horses, neither will we say any more to the work of our hands, ‘Ye are our gods’; for in Thee the fatherless findeth mercy.”

“I will heal their backsliding, I will love them freely, for Mine anger is turned away from him.

I will be as the dew unto Israel; he shall grow as the lily, and cast forth his roots as Lebanon.

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