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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?
28 And ye shall dwell in the land that I gave to your fathers; and ye shall be my people, and I will be your God.