¹³ O my God, make them like the whirling dust; As stubble before the wind.

⁵ Let them be as chaff before the wind, And the angel of Jehovah driving `them' on.

¹⁸ That they are as stubble before the wind, And as chaff that the storm carrieth away?

²⁴ Therefore will I scatter them, as the stubble that passeth away, by the wind of the wilderness.

²⁴ Yea, they have not been planted; yea, they have not been sown; yea, their stock hath not taken root in the earth: moreover he bloweth upon them, and they wither, and the whirlwind taketh them away as stubble.

²⁵ Wilt thou harass a driven leaf? And wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?

¹² whose fan is in his hand, and he will thoroughly cleanse his threshing-floor; and he will gather his wheat into the garner, but the chaff he will burn up with unquenchable fire.

² Who hath raised up one from the east, whom he calleth in righteousness to his foot? he giveth nations before him, and maketh him rule over kings; he giveth them as the dust to his sword, as the driven stubble to his bow.

¹² Ah, the uproar of many peoples, that roar like the roaring of the seas; and the rushing of nations, that rush like the rushing of mighty waters!

¹³ The nations shall rush like the rushing of many waters: but he shall rebuke them, and they shall flee far off, and shall be chased as the chaff of the mountains before the wind, and like the whirling dust before the storm.

¹⁴ At eventide, behold, terror; `and' before the morning they are not. This is the portion of them that despoil us, and the lot of them that rob us.

¹¹ Why drawest thou back thy hand, even thy right hand? `Pluck it' out of thy bosom `and' consume `them'.

¹² Yet God is my King of old, Working salvation in the midst of the earth.

¹ Let God arise, let his enemies be scattered; Let them also that hate him flee before him.

² As smoke is driven away, so drive them away: As wax melteth before the fire, So let the wicked perish at the presence of God.

⁴ Thou art my King, O God: Command deliverance for Jacob.

¹ My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? `Why art thou so' far from helping me, `and from' the words of my groaning?

⁷ And in the greatness of thine excellency thou overthrowest them that rise up against thee: Thou sendest forth thy wrath, it consumeth them as stubble.