LEB(i)
7 My people are bent on backsliding from me. To the Most High they call, he does not raise them at all.
8 How can I give you up, O Ephraim? How can I hand you over, O Israel? How can I make you like Admah? How can I treat you like Zeboiim? My heart is disturbed* within me; ⌊all⌋* my compassions are aroused.
9 ⌊I will not execute⌋* ⌊my fierce anger⌋,* I will not again destroy Ephraim; because I am God and not a mortal,* the Holy One in your midst; and I will not come in wrath.