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17 As a woman who is pregnant
    writhes and cries out in her agony
when her time of delivery is near,
    so were we because of you, O Lord.
18 We were with child and writhed with pain,
    but we gave birth only to wind.
We have achieved no salvation for the earth,
    and no one has been born to inhabit the world.
19 But your dead will live
    and their bodies will rise again.
Awake and sing for joy,
    you who sleep in the dust.
For your dew will be radiant,
    and the earth will give birth again
    to those who have long been dead.

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