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13 The pains of childbirth come for him.
    He is an unwise son,
for he does not present himself
    at the opening of the womb.

14 I will ransom them from the power of Sheol.
    I will redeem them from Death.
O Death, where are your plagues?
    O Sheol, where is your sting?

Compassion is hidden from My eyes.
15     Though he be fruitful among his brothers,
the east wind will come, a wind of the Lord,
    rising from the wilderness.
And his spring shall become dry,
    his fountain shall be dried up.
It shall plunder his treasury
    of every desirable thing.

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