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Fury is not in me: who would set the briers and thorns against me in battle? I would tread them down, I would burn them together.

Or who shall take hold of my strength? Make peace with me, yea, make peace with me.

Days shall come when Jacob shall take root: Israel shall blossom and bud, and the face of the world shall be filled with fruit.

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    I am not angry.
If only there were briers and thorns confronting me!
    I would march against them in battle;
    I would set them all on fire.(A)
Or else let them come to me for refuge;(B)
    let them make peace(C) with me,
    yes, let them make peace with me.”

In days to come Jacob will take root,(D)
    Israel will bud and blossom(E)
    and fill all the world with fruit.(F)

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