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Fury is not in Me; Who giveth Me a brier -- a thorn in battle? I step into it, I burn it at once.

Or -- he doth take hold on My strength, He doth make peace with Me, Peace he doth make with Me.

Those coming in He causeth to take root, Jacob doth blossom, and flourished hath Israel, And they have filled the face of the world [with] increase.

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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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