You lift me up to [the] wind--you make me ride [it], and you toss me about [in] the storm.

But the wicked [are] like the churning sea, that is not able to keep quiet, and its waters toss up mire and mud.

And he spoke to the man clothed in linen and said, "Go {in among the wheel area under the cherubim} and fill the hollow of your hands [with] coals of fire from among the cherubim, and toss [them] on the city." And he went [right] before my eyes.