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

He let loose an east wind in the heavens, Then guided he, in his might, a south wind;

Not so, the lawless, - but as chaff which is driven about by the wind:

He will rain upon the lawless live-coals, Fire and brimstone and a burning wind, are the portion of their cup.

Then he rode on a cherub, and flew, and darted on the wings of the wind;

Then did I beat them in pieces, like dust on the face of the wind. Like the mire in the lanes, did I scatter them.

Let them be as chaff before the wind, with, the messenger of Yahweh, pressing them on:

With an east wind, wilt thou shatter the ships of Tarshish.

I would hasten mine escape, From rushing wind, from storm.

So then he remembered, That, Flesh, they were, A Wind departing, that returneth not.

O my God, make them, As whirling dust , As chaff before a wind;

So, wilt thou pursue them with thy tempest, - And, with thy storm-wind, wilt terrify them:

For, a wind, hath passed ever it, and it is gone, And its own place is acquainted with it no more.

Building, in the waters, his upper chambers, - Who maketh clouds his chariot, Who passeth along on the wings of the wind;