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Fury is not in me:
who would set the briers and thorns against me in battle?
I would go through them,
I would burn them together.
Or let him take hold of my strength,
that he may make peace with me;
and he shall make peace with me.

He shall cause them that come of Jacob to take root:
Israel shall blossom and bud,
and fill the face of the world with fruit.

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