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18 But instead of having a child,
our terrible pain
    produced only wind.
We have won no victories,
and we have no descendants
    to take over the earth.

19 Your people will rise to life!
Tell them to leave their graves
    and celebrate with shouts.
You refresh the earth
like morning dew;
    you give life to the dead.

20 Go inside and lock the doors,
    my people.
Hide there for a little while,
until the Lord
    is no longer angry.

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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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