Is not Ephraim a precious son to Me, a delightful child? Though I often speak against him, I still remember him. Therefore My heart yearns for him; I have great compassion for him,” declares the LORD.
Let the wicked man forsake his way and the unrighteous man his thoughts; let him return to the LORD, that He may have co
Who is a God like You, who pardons iniquity and passes over the transgression of the remnant of His inheritance—who does
For the Lord will not cast us off forever.
So they put away the foreign gods from among them and served the LORD, and He could no longer bear the misery of Israel.
As a father has compassion on his children, so the LORD has compassion on those who fear Him.
Look down from heaven and see, from Your holy and glorious habitation. Where are Your zeal and might? Your yearning and
I will heal their apostasy; I will freely love them, for My anger has turned away from them.
For this son of mine was dead and is alive again! He was lost and is found!’ So they began to celebrate.
Therefore my heart laments for Moab like a harp, my inmost being for Kir-heres.
How could I give you up, O Ephraim? How could I surrender you, O Israel? How could I make you like Admah? How could I tr
God is my witness how I long for all of you with the affection of Christ Jesus.
Therefore My heart laments like a flute for Moab; it laments like a flute for the men of Kir-heres, because the wealth t
They will come with weeping, and by their supplication I will lead them; I will make them walk beside streams of waters,
For I will not accuse you forever, nor will I always be angry; for then the spirit of man would grow weak before Me—the
Then I said, ‘How I long to make you My sons and give you a desirable land, the most beautiful inheritance of all the na
For the LORD will vindicate His people and have compassion on His servants when He sees that their strength is gone and
Joseph hurried out because he was moved to tears for his brother, and he went to a private room to weep.
for the LORD disciplines the one He loves, as does a father the son in whom he delights.
My beloved put his hand to the latch; my heart pounded for him.
Then the woman whose son was alive spoke to the king because she yearned with compassion for her son. “Please, my lord,”
But it was fitting to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and