Assyria shall not save us, we will not ride upon horses, neither will we say any more: The works of our hands are our gods: for thou wilt have mercy on the fatherless that is in thee. 5I will heal their breaches, I will love them freely: for my wrath is turned away from them. 6I will be as the dew, Israel shall spring as the lily, and his root shall shoot forth as that of Libanus. 7His branches shall spread, and his glory shall be as the olive tree: and his smell as that of Libanus. 8They shall be converted that sit under his shadow: they shall live upon wheat, and they shall blossom as a vine: his memorial shall be as the wine of Libanus.