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LORD, they sought You ^(C1)in distress; They ^(F1)could only whisper a prayer, Your discipline was upon them.

^(C1)As the pregnant woman approaches the time to give birth, She writhes and cries out in her labor pains; This is how we were before You, LORD.

We were pregnant, we writhed in labor, We ^(C1)gave birth, as it seems, only to wind. We could not accomplish deliverance for the earth, Nor were ^(C2)inhabitants of the world ^(F1)born.

Your ^(C1)dead will live; ^(F1)Their corpses will rise. You who lie in the dust, ^(C2)awake and shout for joy, For your dew is as the dew of the ^(F2)dawn, And the earth will ^(F3)give birth to the ^(F4)departed spirits.