4 Fury is not in me: who would set the briers and thorns against me in battle? I would tread them down, I would burn them together.
5 Or who shall take hold of my strength? Make peace with me, yea, make peace with me.
6 Days shall come when Jacob shall take root: Israel shall blossom and bud, and the face of the world shall be filled with fruit.
7 Has he been smitten as he who smote him? or has he been slain as those who slew him?
8 In measure, she shall be chastised in her stalks: he stays his rough wind in the day of the east wind.
9 Therefore, in this manner shall the iniquity of Jacob be purged; and this shall be all the fruit, the removal of his sin; when he shall return all the stones of the altar, as chalkstones that are beaten in sunder that they may not raise up the groves, or the images of the sun.
10 Otherwise the defenced city shall be made desolate, and the habitation shall be forsaken and left like a wilderness: there shall the calf feed, and there shall he lie down and consume the branches thereof.