1 He hurt us, but he'll heal us. He hit us hard, but he'll put us right again.
2 By the third day he'll have made us brand-new, Alive and on our feet, fit to face him.
3 eager for God-knowledge. As sure as dawn breaks, so sure is his daily arrival. He comes as rain comes, as spring rain refreshing the ground."
4 What do I make of you, Judah? Your declarations of love last no longer than morning mist and predawn dew.
5 why my words cut you to the quick: To wake you up to my judgment blazing like light.
6 I want you to know God, not go to more prayer meetings.
7 You broke faith with me—ungrateful wretches!
8 blood on the sidewalks, blood on the streets.
9 Now it's gangs of priests Assaulting worshipers on their way to Shechem. Nothing is sacred to them.
10 Ephraim worshiping in a religious whorehouse, and Israel in the mud right there with him.
11 You've been sowing wild oats. Now it's harvest time.
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