4 Fury is not in me. Oh that I had briars [and] thorns in battle against me! I would march against them, I would burn them together.
5 Or let him take hold of my strength; let him make peace with me: [yea,] let him make peace with me.
6 In the future Jacob shall take root; Israel shall blossom and bud, and they shall fill the face of the world with fruit.
7 Hath he smitten him according to the smiting of those that smote him? Is he slain according to the slaughter of those slain by him?
8 In measure, when sending her away, didst thou contend with her: he hath taken [her] away with his rough wind in the day of the east wind.
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