YLT(i)
4 I heal their backsliding, I love them freely, For turned back hath Mine anger from him.
5 I am as dew to Israel, he flourisheth as a lily, And he striketh forth his roots as Lebanon.
6 Go on do his sucklings, And his beauty is as an olive, And he hath fragrance as Lebanon.
7 Return do the dwellers under his shadow, They revive as corn, and flourish as a vine, His memorial is as wine of Lebanon.
8 O Ephraim, what to Me any more with idols? I—I afflicted, and I cause him to sing: `I am as a green fir-tree,' From Me is thy fruit found. 9 Who is wise, and doth understand these? Prudent, and knoweth them? For upright are the ways of Jehovah, And the righteous go on in them, And the transgressors stumble therein!
8 O Ephraim, what to Me any more with idols? I—I afflicted, and I cause him to sing: `I am as a green fir-tree,' From Me is thy fruit found. 9 Who is wise, and doth understand these? Prudent, and knoweth them? For upright are the ways of Jehovah, And the righteous go on in them, And the transgressors stumble therein!