When Ephraim saw his sickness, and Judah saw his wound, then went Ephraim to the Assyrian, and sent to king Jareb: yet could he not heal you, nor cure you of your wound.

Strangers have devoured his strength, and he knows it not: yea, gray hairs are here and there upon him, yet he knows not.

I will be as the dew unto Israel: he shall grow as the lily, and cast forth his roots as Lebanon.

They that dwell under his shadow shall return; they shall revive as the grain, and grow as the vine: their scent shall be as the wine of Lebanon.