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9 Then said he unto me, Prophesy unto the wind, prophesy, son of man, and say to the wind, Thus saith the Lord GOD; Come from the four winds, O breath, and breathe upon these slain, that they may live.
15 And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
22 A little one shall become a thousand, and a small one a strong nation: I the LORD will hasten it in his time.