Sometimes I think, “I will make no mention of his message. I will not speak as his messenger 1 any more.” But then 2 his message becomes like a fire locked up inside of me, burning in my heart and soul. 3 I grow weary of trying to hold it in; I cannot contain it.
Indeed, the people of Israel are my dear children. They are the children I take delight in. 1 For even though I must often rebuke them, I still remember them with fondness. So I am deeply moved with pity for them 2 and will surely have compassion on them. I, the Lord, affirm it! 3