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1 The burden of the desert of the sea. As whirlwinds in the south for passing through, from the desert it came, from a fearful land. 2 A hard vision was announced to me: The spoiler spoiled, and he laying waste, laid waste. Go up, O Elam: press, O Media; all her sighing I caused to cease. 3 For this, my loins were filled with pain: distress took hold of me as the pains of her bringing forth: I was shaken from hearing; I trembled from seeing. 4 My heart wandered; trembling made me afraid: the evening twilight of my desire he put to me for fear. Isaiah 21:1-4, Smith's Literal Translation. Public domain.
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