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18 We have conceived, we have been pained. We have brought forth as it were wind, Salvation we do not work in the earth, Nor do the inhabitants of the world fall.

19 `Thy dead live -- My dead body they rise. Awake and sing, ye dwellers in the dust, For the dew of herbs [is] thy dew, And the land of Rephaim thou causest to fall.

20 Come, My people, enter into thy inner chambers, And shut thy doors behind thee, Hide thyself shortly a moment till the indignation pass over.

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18 We were with child, we writhed in labor,
    but we gave birth(A) to wind.
We have not brought salvation(B) to the earth,
    and the people of the world have not come to life.(C)

19 But your dead(D) will live, Lord;
    their bodies will rise—
let those who dwell in the dust(E)
    wake up and shout for joy—
your dew(F) is like the dew of the morning;
    the earth will give birth to her dead.(G)

20 Go, my people, enter your rooms
    and shut the doors(H) behind you;
hide(I) yourselves for a little while
    until his wrath(J) has passed by.(K)

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