Upon the ungodly he shall rain snares, fire, brimstone, storm and tempest: this shall be their portion to drink.

How long will I store up anxious concerns within me,
agony in my mind every day?
How long will my enemy dominate me?

from men by your hand, Yahweh, from men of the world, whose portion is in this life. You fill the belly of your cherished ones. Your sons have plenty, and they store up wealth for their children.

And he went in flight through the air, seated on a storm-cloud: going quickly on the wings of the wind.

He made darkness His hiding place,
dark storm clouds His canopy around Him.

How great is your favor, which you store up for your loyal followers! In plain sight of everyone you bestow it on those who take shelter in you.

He gathereth the waters of the sea together as a heap: he layeth up the depth in store-houses.

Better is the little of the righteous, Than the store of many wicked.

Truly, every man goes on his way like an image; he is troubled for no purpose: he makes a great store of wealth, and has no knowledge of who will get it.

If one comes to see me, deceit is in his heart; he keeps a store of evil, which he makes public in every place.

It has come to our ears, O God, our fathers have given us the story, of the works which you did in their days, in the old times,

I will put my teaching into a story; I will make my dark sayings clear with music.

Our God approaches and is not silent; consuming fire goes ahead of him and all around him a storm rages.

I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest.

Show me favour, O God, Show me favour, For, in thee, hath my soul sought refuge, - And, in the shadow of thy wings, will I seek refuge, Until the storm of ruin pass by.

Before your clay pots are placed on a fire of burning thorns whether green or ablaze wrath will sweep them away like a storm.

The clouds poured down water.
The storm clouds thundered;
Your arrows flashed back and forth.

The voice of your thunder went rolling on; the world was flaming with the light of the storm; the earth was shaking.

Opening my mouth I will give out a story, even the dark sayings of old times;

When thou calledest upon me in trouble, I delivered thee, and heard thee, what time as the storm fell upon thee. I proved thee also at the waters of strife. Selah.

so pursue them with Your tempest
and terrify them with Your storm.

Will the story of your mercy be given in the house of the dead? will news of your faith come to the place of destruction?

You have rule over the sea in storm; when its waves are troubled, you make them calm.

He sends down rain from his store-houses on the hills: the earth is full of the fruit of his works.

There the birds make their nests;
the stork makes its home in the pine trees.

For at his word comes up the storm-wind, lifting high the waves.

He stilled the storm to a murmur,
and the waves of the sea were hushed.

A store of wealth will be in his house, and his righteousness will be for ever.

Life and not death will be my part, and I will give out the story of the works of the Lord.

In my heart I store up your words, so I might not sin against you.

He makes the mists go up from the ends of the earth; he makes thunder-flames for the rain; he sends out the winds from his store-houses.

That our barns may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:

Fire and rain of ice, snow and mists; storm-wind, doing his word: