Then like the wind sweeping by they will pass through they're guilty because they say their power is their god."

[When the] mountains saw you they writhed; a torrent of waters swept by; the deep gave its voice; it raised its hands on high.

Wholly for violence it doth come in, Their faces swallowing up the east wind, And it doth gather as the sand a captivity.

Thou didst strike through with his scepter, the heads of his plan people: which come as a stormy wind to scatter me abroad, and are glad when they may eat up the poor secretly.