They become as straw before the wind, and as chaff, which the storm stealeth away.

Surely he will accomplish what is decreed for me, and, many such things, hath he in store.

Yea, the impious in heart, should store up anger, They should not cry for help, when he bound them.

He bendeth down his tail like a cedar, the sinews of his thighs, are twisted together;

He counteth iron as broken straw, and bronze as rotten wood:

As a straw, is a club accounted, and he laugheth at the whir of the javelin;