Thou hast seen it; for thou beholdest mischief and spite, to requite it with thy hand: the poor committeth himself unto thee; thou art the helper of the fatherless.

And He rode upon a cherub (storm) and flew;
And He sped on the wings of the wind.

From the radiance of His presence,
His clouds swept onward with hail and blazing coals.

I ground them like wind-swept dust; I emptied them out like dirt in the street.

Though a host encamp against me,
My heart will not fear;
Though war arise against me,
In spite of this I shall be confident.

Evil men will soon disappear; you will stare at the spot where they once were, but they will be gone.

Deep calls to deep in the roar of Your waterfalls;
all Your breakers and Your billows have swept over me.

Will they escape in spite of such sin?
God, bring down the nations in wrath.

Before your kettles can perceive the kindled bramble, Be he green or be he withered, he shall be swept away.

How suddenly they become a desolation!
They come to an end, swept away by terrors.

In spite of all this they still sinned,
For they did not believe in His wonderful and extraordinary works.

Your fierce wrath has swept over me;
Your terrors have destroyed me.

You have swept them away like a flood, they fall asleep;
In the morning they are like grass which sprouts anew.

but when the hot wind blows by, it disappears, and one can no longer even spot the place where it once grew.

Then the waters would have engulfed us,
The torrent would have swept over our soul;

the raging waters would have swept over us.