Although he flourishes among his brothers, an east wind will come—a wind from the LORD rising up from the desert. His fountain will fail, and his spring will run dry. The wind will plunder his treasury of every precious article.
But it was uprooted in fury, cast down to the ground, and the east wind dried up its fruit. Its strong branches were str
Even if it is transplanted, will it flourish? Will it not completely wither when the east wind strikes? It will wither o
But his father refused. “I know, my son, I know!” he said. “He too shall become a people, and he too shall be great; nev
And the second son he named Ephraim, saying, “God has made me fruitful in the land of my affliction.”
At that time it will be said to this people and to Jerusalem, “A searing wind from the barren heights in the desert blow
Joseph is a fruitful vine—a fruitful vine by a spring, whose branches scale the wall.
Israel was a luxuriant vine, yielding fruit for himself. The more his fruit increased, the more he increased the altars.
The roots beneath him dry up, and the branches above him wither away.
“Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold!” There is no end to the treasure, an abundance of every precious thing.
He will take even their gods captive to Egypt, with their metal images and their precious vessels of silver and gold. Fo
I will give away all the wealth of this city—all its products and valuables, and all the treasures of the kings of Judah
Ephraim’s glory will fly away like a bird, with no birth, no pregnancy, and no conception.
The nations rage like the rush of many waters. He rebukes them, and they flee far away, driven before the wind like chaf
Prepare a place to slaughter his sons for the iniquities of their forefathers. They will never rise up to possess a land
You will winnow them, and a wind will carry them away; a gale will scatter them. But you will rejoice in the LORD; you w
Therefore this is what the LORD says: “Behold, I will plead your case and take vengeance on your behalf; I will dry up h
His majesty is like a firstborn bull, and his horns are like those of a wild ox. With them he will gore the nations, eve
May his descendants be cut off; may their name be blotted out from the next generation.
The whirlwind has wrapped them in its wings, and their sacrifices will bring them shame.
Not so the wicked! For they are like chaff driven off by the wind.