¹⁷ As a pregnant woman about to give birth^(A)
    writhes and cries out in her pain,
    so were we in your presence, Lord.
¹⁸ We were with child, we writhed in labor,
    but we gave birth^(B) to wind.
We have not brought salvation^(C) to the earth,
    and the people of the world have not come to life.^(D)

¹⁹ But your dead^(E) will live, Lord;
    their bodies will rise—
let those who dwell in the dust^(F)
    wake up and shout for joy—
your dew^(G) is like the dew of the morning;
    the earth will give birth to her dead.^(H)