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?

⁵² And the graves were opened; and many bodies of the saints which slept arose,