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Behold, a whirlwind of the LORD is gone forth in fury, even a grievous whirlwind: it shall fall grievously upon the head of the wicked.
At that time, shall it be said of this people and of Jerusalem, - The sharp wind of the bare heights in the desert, cometh towards the daughter of my people, - not to winnow nor to cleanse.
Thus, saith Yahweh of hosts, Lo calamity! going forth from nation to nation, - And a great tempest, shall bestirred up, out of the remote parts of the earth.
Lo! the tempest of Yahweh! Indignation, hath come forth, A tempest rolling itself upward, - Upon the head of the lawless ones, shall it hurl itself down!
Before your kettles can perceive the kindled bramble, Be he green or be he withered, he shall be swept away.
When cometh as a crashing your dread, and, your calamity, as a storm-wind, overtaketh, when there come upon you, distress and anguish.
Like the passing away of a tempest, so the lawless one is not, but, the righteous, hath an age-abiding foundation.
For this cause, did the anger of Yahweh kindle upon his own people, And he stretched out his hand against them and smote them - So that the mountains, trembled, And, their dead bodies, served, for fuel in the midst of the streets. For all this, hath his anger, not turned back, But still, is his hand outstretched,
The oracle on the desert of the sea: As storm-winds in the South which with a rush from the desert, do come from a terrible land,
Scarcely have they been planted, Scarcely have they been sown, Scarcely hath their stock, begun to take root in the earth, When he hath just blown upon them and they have withered, And, a whirlwind, as though they haft been chaff, carrieth them away.
For lo! Yahweh, with fire, doth come, And like a storm-wind, are his chariots, - To render with fury, his anger, And his rebuke with flames of fire.
Therefore will I kindle a fire upon the wall of Rabbah, which shall devour the palaces thereof, - with a war-cry in the day of battle, with tempest in the day of storm-wind;
Yahweh, is slow to anger, but great in vigour, He will not leave, unpunished, as for Yahweh, in storm-wind and in tempest, is his way, and, clouds, are the dust of his feet.
But, Yahweh, over them, will appear, and forth shall go, as lightning, his arrow, - Yea, My Lord Yahweh, with a horn, will blow, and will move along in the whirlwinds of the south.