Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
My GOD, my GOD, why hast thou forsaken me? Far from saving me, The words of my loud lamentation?
Thou thyself, art my king, O God, Command thou the victories of Jacob.
Wherefore shouldst thou withdraw thy hand - thy right hand? Bring it out of the midst of thy bosom! Selah.
Alas! the booming of many peoples, Like the booming of the seas, shall they boom, - And the rushing of nations! Like the rushing of mighty waters, shall they rush.
Let them be as chaff before the wind, with, the messenger of Yahweh, pressing them on:
Let God arise, let his enemies be scattered, Yea let them that hate him flee before him:
And in the greatness of thine exaltation, dost thou tear down thine opposers, - Thou dost send forth thy wrath, it consumeth them as straw;
A driven leaf, wilt thou cause to tremble? Or, dry stubble, wilt thou pursue?
They become as straw before the wind, and as chaff, which the storm stealeth away.
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.
Who roused up one from the East, In righteousness, called him to his feet, - Set before him nations And over kings, caused him to rule, His sword, made them like dust, His bow like driven chaff:
Therefore have I scattered them, As broken straw passing away, by the wind of the desert.
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.