Isaiah

⁴Fury is not in me: would that the briers and thorns were against me in battle! I would march upon them, I would burn them together. ⁵Or else let him take hold of my strength, that he may make peace with me; yea, let him make peace with me. ⁶In days to come shall Jacob take root; Israel shall blossom and bud: and they shall fill the face of the world with fruit. ⁷Hath he smitten him as he smote those that smote him? or is he slain according to the slaughter of them that were slain by him? ⁸In measure, when thou sendest her away, thou dost contend with her; he hath removed her with his rough blast in the day of the east wind. ⁹Therefore by this shall the iniquity of Jacob be purged, and this is all the fruit of taking away his sin; when he maketh all the stones of the altar as chalkstones that are beaten in sunder, so that the Asherim and the sun-images shall rise no more. ¹⁰For 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 the branches thereof.