Return, ye backsliding children... — We lose, as before, the force of the Hebrew repetition of the same root, Turn, ye children that have turned, I will heal your turnings. As so often in Hebrew poetry, we have the answer to the invitation given in dramatic form, and hear the cry — we might almost call it the litany — of the suppliants, “Behold, we come unto thee.” They at last own Jehovah as their one true God.

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