Not so the wicked! For they are like chaff driven off by the wind.
Are they like straw before the wind, like chaff swept away by a storm?
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
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
But your many foes will be like fine dust, the multitude of the ruthless like blowing chaff. Then suddenly, in an instan
Therefore they will be like the morning mist, like the early dew that vanishes, like chaff blown from a threshing floor,