Funda
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?
14 And I will satiate the soul of the priests with fatness, and my people shall be satisfied with my goodness, saith the LORD.