He was still speaking when another messenger came and reported: “A lightning storm struck from heaven. It burned up the sheep and the servants and devoured them, and I alone have escaped to tell you!”

Are they like straw before the wind,
like chaff a storm sweeps away?

Terrors overtake him like a flood;
a storm wind sweeps him away at night.

You lift me up on the wind and make me ride it;
You scatter me in the storm.

The thunder declares His presence;
the cattle also, the approaching storm.

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The wings of the ostrich flap joyfully,
but are her feathers and plumage like the stork’s?