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3 My stomach aches and burns with pain. Sharp pangs of anguish are upon me, like those of a woman in labor. I grow faint when I hear what God is planning; I am too afraid to look. 4 My mind reels and my heart races. I longed for evening to come, but now I am terrified of the dark. Isaiah 21:3-4, New Living Translation. Copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation.
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