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13 Pangs of a travailing woman come to him, He [is] a son not wise, For he remaineth not the time for the breaking forth of sons.

14 From the hand of Sheol I do ransom them, From death I redeem them, Where [is] thy plague, O death? Where thy destruction, O Sheol? Repentance is hid from Mine eyes.

15 Though he among brethren produceth fruit, Come in doth an east wind, a wind of Jehovah, From a wilderness it is coming up, And it drieth up his fountain, And become dry doth his spring, It -- it spoileth a treasure -- every desirable vessel.

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13 Pains as of a woman in childbirth(A) come to him,
    but he is a child without wisdom;
when the time(B) arrives,
    he doesn’t have the sense to come out of the womb.(C)

14 “I will deliver this people from the power of the grave;(D)
    I will redeem them from death.(E)
Where, O death, are your plagues?
    Where, O grave, is your destruction?(F)

“I will have no compassion,
15     even though he thrives(G) among his brothers.
An east wind(H) from the Lord will come,
    blowing in from the desert;
his spring will fail
    and his well dry up.(I)
His storehouse will be plundered(J)
    of all its treasures.

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