Before your pots can feel the burning thorns—whether green or dry—He will sweep them away.
When the whirlwind passes, the wicked are no more, but the righteous are secure forever.
For like the crackling of thorns under the pot, so is the laughter of the fool. This too is futile.
They swarmed around me like bees, but they were extinguished like burning thorns; in the name of the LORD I cut them off
The nations rage like the rush of many waters. He rebukes them, and they flee far away, driven before the wind like chaf
Behold, the storm of the LORD has gone out with fury, a whirlwind swirling down upon the heads of the wicked.
But You, O God, will bring them down to the Pit of destruction; men of bloodshed and deceit will not live out half their
The east wind carries him away, and he is gone; it sweeps him out of his place.
The wicked man is thrown down by his own sin, but the righteous man has a refuge even in death.
He is driven from light into darkness and is chased from the inhabited world.
Surely You set them on slick ground; You cast them down into ruin.
But if the LORD brings about something unprecedented, and the earth opens its mouth and swallows them and all that belon
In pride the wicked pursue the needy; let them be caught in the schemes they devise.
the triumph of the wicked has been brief and the joy of the godless momentary?
He is secure in his ways at all times; Your lofty judgments are far from him; he sneers at all his foes.
when your dread comes like a storm, and your destruction like a whirlwind, when distress and anguish overwhelm you.
No sooner are they planted, no sooner are they sown, no sooner have their stems taken root in the ground, than He blows