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Assyria will not save us,
    nor shall we mount horses of war.
We shall never again say ‘Our god’
    to the work of our hands,
    for in you the fatherless find compassion.”
I will forgive them for their apostasy,
    and I will love them freely,
    for my wrath is turned away from them.
I will be like the dew to Israel;
    they will blossom like a lily;
    they will strike root like the cedars of Lebanon.

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