Are they like straw before the wind, like chaff swept away by a storm?
Not so the wicked! For they are like chaff driven off by the wind.
Make them like tumbleweed, O my God, like chaff before the wind.
Would You frighten a windblown leaf? Would You chase after dry chaff?
May they be like chaff in the wind, as the angel of the LORD drives them away.
The nations rage like the rush of many waters. He rebukes them, and they flee far away, driven before the wind like chaf
“I will scatter you like chaff driven by the desert wind.
But your many foes will be like fine dust, the multitude of the ruthless like blowing chaff. Then suddenly, in an instan
For they will be entangled as with thorns and consumed like the drink of a drunkard—like stubble that is fully dry.
Behold, I will make you into a threshing sledge, new and sharp, with many teeth. You will thresh the mountains and crush
Therefore, as a tongue of fire consumes the straw, and as dry grass shrivels in the flame, so their roots will decay and
Therefore they will be like the morning mist, like the early dew that vanishes, like chaff blown from a threshing floor,
His winnowing fork is in His hand to clear His threshing floor and to gather His wheat into the barn; but He will burn u
You overthrew Your adversaries by Your great majesty. You unleashed Your burning wrath; it consumed them like stubble.
No sooner are they planted, no sooner are they sown, no sooner have their stems taken root in the ground, than He blows