The waves of death engulfed me; the currents of chaos overwhelmed me.

He will not look on the streams, the rivers, which are the torrents of honey and butter.

From there they traveled to Gudgodah, and from Gudgodah to Jotbathah, a place of flowing streams.

For the Lord your God is bringing you to a good land, a land of brooks, springs, and fountains flowing forth in valleys and hills,

Will the Lord accept a thousand rams, or ten thousand streams of olive oil? Should I give him my firstborn child as payment for my rebellion, my offspring – my own flesh and blood – for my sin?

They will come back shedding tears of contrition. I will bring them back praying prayers of repentance. I will lead them besides streams of water, along smooth paths where they will never stumble. I will do this because I am Israel’s father; Ephraim is my firstborn son.’”