Job 21:18

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Job 21:18

They are as stubble before the wind, and as chaff that the storm carrieth away.

As stubble

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As stubble

A driven leaf, wilt thou cause to tremble? Or, dry stubble, wilt thou pursue?

And in the greatness of thine exaltation, dost thou tear down thine opposers, - Thou dost send forth thy wrath, it consumeth them as straw;

Not so, the lawless, - but as chaff which is driven about by the wind:

Let them be as chaff before the wind, with, the messenger of Yahweh, pressing them on:

O my God, make them, As whirling dust , As chaff before a wind;

Therefore, As a tongue of fire, eateth up straw, And a flame reduceth, dry grass, to powder, Their root, like rottenness, shall become, And their blossom, like dust shall ascend, - Because they refused the law of Yahweh of hosts, And the utterance of the Holy One of Israel, they despised.

Though nations like the rushing of many waters, shall rush, Yet shall one rebuke him, And he shall flee far away, - And be chased As the chaff of the mountains before a wind, And as whirling stubble before a storm!

Then shall be as fine dust the multitude of thy foreigners, - And as chaff that passeth away, the multitude of tyrants; And it shall come to pass, in a twinkling, Suddenly,

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.

Lo! I have made of thee a new pointed threshing sledge, owning teeth, - Thou shalt thresh mountains and crush them, And, hills - like chaff, shalt thou make:

Therefore have I scattered them, As broken straw passing away, by the wind of the desert.

Therefore, shall they become like the morning cloud, and like the dew early departing, - like chaff storm-driven out of the threshing-floor, and like smoke out of a chimney.

Though they were like thorns intertwined, and as drunkards drenched with their drink, yet have they been devoured, like stubble fully dry.

Whose fan is in his hand, and he will clear out his threshing-floor, - and will gather his wheat into the granary, but, the chaff, will he burn up with fire unquenchable.