Make them like tumbleweed, O my God, like chaff before the wind.
May they be like chaff in the wind, as the angel of the LORD drives them away.
Are they like straw before the wind, like chaff swept away by a storm?
No sooner are they planted, no sooner are they sown, no sooner have their stems taken root in the ground, than He blows
Why do You withdraw Your strong right hand? Stretch it out to destroy them!
Would You frighten a windblown leaf? Would You chase after dry chaff?
“I will scatter you like chaff driven by the desert wind.
You overthrew Your adversaries by Your great majesty. You unleashed Your burning wrath; it consumed them like stubble.
For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. A song. God arises. His enemies are scattered, and those who hate Him flee His pr
You are my King, O God, who ordains victories for Jacob.
Who has aroused one from the east and called him to his feet in righteousness? He hands nations over to him and subdues
For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Doe of the Dawn.” A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? W
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
Alas, the tumult of many peoples; they rage like the roaring seas and clamoring nations; they rumble like the crashing o