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17 Like a pregnant woman on the point of giving birth, she writhes;
    she cries in her labor pains.

So we were because of your presence, Yahweh.

18 We became pregnant, we writhed;
    we gave birth to wind.
We cannot bring about deliverance on the earth,
    and no inhabitants of the world are born.
19 Your dead shall live; their corpses[a] shall rise.
    Wake up and sing for joy, dwellers of the dust,
for your dew is celestial dew,[b]
    and the earth will give birth to dead spirits.[c]

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 26:19 Literally “my corpse;” some manuscripts propose an emendation to the suffix to change it to third person masculine plural (“their corpses”), which makes better sense
  2. Isaiah 26:19 Literally “dew of light”
  3. Isaiah 26:19 Or “you make the land of Rephaim fall”