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“I will heal their waywardness.
    I will love them freely;
    for my anger is turned away from him.
I will be like the dew to Israel.
    He will blossom like the lily,
    and send down his roots like Lebanon.
His branches will spread,
    and his beauty will be like the olive tree,
    and his fragrance like Lebanon.
Men will dwell in his shade.
    They will revive like the grain,
    and blossom like the vine.
    Their fragrance will be like the wine of Lebanon.
Ephraim, what have I to do any more with idols?
    I answer, and will take care of him.
    I am like a green cypress tree;
    from me your fruit is found.”

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