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I am not angry.
If only there were thorns and briars(A) for me to battle,
I would trample them
and burn them to the ground.
Or let it take hold of my strength;
let it make peace with me –
make peace with me.
In days to come, Jacob will take root.(B)
Israel will blossom and bloom(C)
and fill the whole world with fruit.

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