⁸ I hasten escape for myself, From a rushing wind, from a whirlwind.

⁶ And a covering may be, For a shadow by day from drought, And for a refuge, and for a hiding place, From inundation and from rain!

¹² Wo `to' the multitude of many peoples, As the sounding of seas they sound; And `to' the wasting of nations, As the wasting of mighty waters they are wasted.

¹³ Nations as the wasting of many waters are wasted, And He hath pushed against it, And it hath fled afar off, And been pursued as chaff of hills before wind, And as a rolling thing before a hurricane.

²⁵ and the rain did descend, and the streams came, and the winds blew, and they beat on that house, and it fell not, for it had been founded on the rock.

²⁶ `And every one who is hearing of me these words, and is not doing them, shall be likened to a foolish man who built his house upon the sand;

²⁷ and the rain did descend, and the streams came, and the winds blew, and they beat on that house, and it fell, and its fall was great.'

⁴ Compassed me have cords of death, And streams of the worthless make me afraid.