^{6 Ref} Go on do his sucklings, And his beauty is as an olive, And he hath fragrance as Lebanon.

^{7 Ref} Return do the dwellers under his shadow, They revive `as' corn, and flourish as a vine, His memorial `is' as wine of Lebanon.

^{8 Ref} 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.