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| - Swords will flash in their cities, will destroy the bars of their gates and put an end to their plans.
- My people are determined to turn from me. Even if they call to the Most High, he will by no means exalt them.
- "How can I give you up, Ephraim? How can I hand you over, Israel? How can I treat you like Admah? How can I make you like Zeboiim? My heart is changed within me; all my compassion is aroused.
- I will not carry out my fierce anger, nor will I turn and devastate Ephraim. For I am God, and not man--the Holy One among you. I will not come in wrath.
- They will follow the LORD; he will roar like a lion. When he roars, his children will come trembling from the west.
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