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Its young shoots will sprout.
    Its beauty will be like an olive tree.
    Its fragrance like a cedar of Lebanon.
Those who live in Israel’s shade will once again grow grain.
    They will blossom like a grape vine.
    Its fame will be like the wine of Lebanon.
Ephraim, how much more do I have to put up with from idols?
    I am the one who has answered, and I look after him.
    I am like a fresh fir tree.
    Your fruit comes from me.

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