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3 For this reason my loins are full of anguish; Pains have seized me like the pains of a woman in labor. I am so bewildered I cannot hear, so terrified I cannot see. 4 My mind reels, horror overwhelms me; The twilight I longed for has been turned for me into trembling. Isaiah 21:3-4, New American Standard 1977. Copyright © 1977 by The Lockman Foundation.
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