Psalm 1:4 - The Message

^4-5 You’re not at all like the wicked, who are mere windblown dust— Without defense in court, unfit company for innocent people.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

⁴ The ungodly are not so: But are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

⁴ Not so the wicked [those disobedient and living without God are not so]. But they are like the chaff [worthless, dead, without substance] which the wind drives away.

American Standard Version (1901)

⁴ The wicked are not so, But are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.

Common English Bible

⁴ That’s not true for the wicked! They are like dust that the wind blows away.

Catholic Public Domain Version

⁴ Not so the impious, not so. For they are like the dust that the wind casts along the face of the earth.

Psalm 1:4 Referencias Cruzadas

Isaiah 29:5

But it will be your enemies who are beaten to dust, the mob of tyrants who will be blown away like chaff. Because, surprise, as if out of nowhere, a visit from God-of-the-Angel-Armies, With thunderclaps, earthquakes, and earsplitting noise, backed up by hurricanes, tornadoes, and lightning strikes, And the mob of enemies at war with Ariel, all who trouble and hassle and torment her, will turn out to be a bad dream, a nightmare. Like a hungry man dreaming he’s eating steak and wakes up hungry as ever, Like a thirsty woman dreaming she’s drinking iced tea and wakes up thirsty as ever, So that mob of nations at war against Mount Zion will wake up and find they haven’t shot an arrow, haven’t killed a single soul.

Jeremiah 13:24

“I’ll blow these people away— like wind-blown leaves. You have it coming to you. I’ve measured it out precisely.” God’s Decree. “It’s because you forgot me and embraced the Big Lie, that so-called god Baal. I’m the one who will rip off your clothes, expose and shame you before the watching world. Your obsessions with gods, gods, and more gods, your goddess affairs, your god-adulteries. Gods on the hills, gods in the fields— every time I look you’re off with another god. O Jerusalem, what a sordid life! Is there any hope for you!”