<p class="poetry">Indeed, the people of Israel are my dear children.p> <p class="poetry">They are the children I take delight in.<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">For even though I must often rebuke them,p> <p class="poetry">I still remember them with fondness.p> <p class="poetry">So I am deeply moved with pity for them<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">and will surely have compassion on them.p> <p class="poetry">I, the <sc>Lordsc>, affirm it!<n id="3" />p>

&#8220;The <sc>Lordsc> did indeed remember and call to mind what you did! He remembered the sacrifices you and your ancestors, your kings, your leaders, and all the rest of the people of the land offered to other gods<n id="1" /> in the towns of Judah and in the streets of Jerusalem.<n id="2" />

<p class="poetry">My people, recall how King Balak of Moab planned to harm you,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">how Balaam son of Beor responded to him.p> <p class="poetry">Recall how you journeyed from Shittim to Gilgal,p> <p class="poetry">so you might acknowledge that the <sc>Lordsc> has treated you fairly.&#8221;<n id="2" />p>

&#8220;There will be harsh condemnation for the hypocrite who has a valuable male animal in his flock but vows and sacrifices something inferior to the Lord. For I am a great king,&#8221;<n id="1" /> says the <sc>Lordsc> who rules over all, &#8220;and my name is awesome among the nations.&#8221;p>