Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?

Will you harass a driven leaf? Will you pursue the dry stubble?

He shall be driven from light into darkness, and chased out of the world.

They are driven out from the midst of men. They cry after them as after a thief;

You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.

and behold, there came a great wind from the wilderness, and struck the four corners of the house, and it fell on the young men, and they are dead. I alone have escaped to tell you."

Do you intend to reprove words, since the speeches of one who is desperate are as wind?

"How long will you speak these things? Shall the words of your mouth be a mighty wind?

"Should a wise man answer with vain knowledge, and fill himself with the east wind?

How often is it that they are as stubble before the wind, as chaff that the storm carries away?

The east wind carries him away, and he departs. It sweeps him out of his place.

He establishes the force of the wind. Yes, he measures out the waters by measure.

Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.