⁴ 我必醫治他們背道的病，甘心愛他們；因為我的怒氣向他們轉消。

¹¹ 我新妇，你的嘴唇滴蜜，好像蜂房滴蜜；你的舌下有蜜，有奶。你衣服的香气如利巴嫩的香气。

¹⁰ The field is laid waste. The land mourns, for the grain is destroyed, The new wine has dried up, and the oil languishes.

¹¹ Be confounded, you farmers! Wail, you vineyard keepers; for the wheat and for the barley; for the harvest of the field has perished.