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Assyria will not save us,
    we will not ride on horses.
We will no longer say, ‘Our God,’
    to the work of our hands.
    In You the orphan finds mercy.”

I will heal their backsliding;
    I will love them freely,
    for My anger has turned away from him.
I will be like the dew to Israel;
    he shall grow like the lily
and shall strike his roots
    like Lebanon.

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