4 Wrath have I none; who will set briers and thorns against me in battle? I would march against it, I would burn it all tothether

5 Or else let him lay hold of my stronghold, make peace with me: let him make peace with me.

6 As to what cometh, Jacob shall take root, Israel shall blossom and bud, and they shall ﬁll the face of the earth with fruit.

7 Hath he smitten him according to thesmiting of those that smote him 3 or is he slain according to the slaying of his slain?

8 In exact measure, by sending her away, thou contendest with her; he driveth her away with his rough wind in the day of the east wind.

9 Therefore by this shall the guilt of Jacob be expiated; and this is all the fruit, taking away his sin ; when he maketh all the stones of the altar like chalkstones dashed in pieces, the Asherim and sun-pillars arise no more.

10 For the defenced city is solitary, an habitation deserted and forsaken like the wilderness ; there shall the calf feed, and there shall he lie down, and consume her branches. ’

11 In the ’withering of her boughs they shall be broken off 3 women cOme, and set them on ﬁre ; for it is not a people of discernment: therefore he that made them hath no compassion on them, and he that formed them sheweth them no favour.

2. ‘of foaming ’ so Heb. text. ‘Of’ some MSS. (Targ.?) and several editors.3. ‘hurt ’: or, ‘intrude (lit. visit) upon it.4. Many, altering vowel points, read ‘ I have no ’ (said by the vinegard). i.e. prob., ‘if only one would set briers, ’7 tin. Perhaps, altering vowel points, ‘the slaying of the slagers.8. Or, ‘he sigheth with his rough ’9. Or, ‘fruit of taking away his sin.’

12 And it shall be in that day, the Lord shall beat out (corn) from the stream of the River, unto the brook of Egypt, and ye shall be gathered one by one, Ο ye children of Israel.

13 And it shall be in that day, a great trumpet shall be blown; and they shall come which were lost in the land of Assyria, and the outcasts in the land of Egypt, and shall worship the Lord in the holy mount at Jerusalem.

XXVIII. 1 Ah, the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim, and the fading ﬂower of his glorious beauty, which is on the head of the fat valley of them that are smitten down with wine!

2 Behold, the Lord hath a strong and mighty One, like a storm of hail, a tempest of destruction; like a storm of mighty overflowing waters, he casteth it down to the ground with force.