Psalm 83:13 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895 O my God, make them like the whirling dust; As stubble before the wind. More versionsKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 O my God, make them like a wheel; As the stubble before the wind. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition O my God, make them like whirling dust, like stubble or chaff before the wind! American Standard Version (1901) O my God, make them like the whirling dust; As stubble before the wind. Common English Bible My God, make them like tumbleweeds, like chaff blown by wind. Catholic Public Domain Version He will not withhold good things from those who walk in innocence. O Lord of hosts, blessed is the man who hopes in you. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version He will not deprive of good things them that walk in innocence: O Lord of hosts, blessed is the man that trusteth in thee. |
That they are as stubble before the wind, And as chaff that the storm carrieth away?
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?
Let them be as chaff before the wind, And the angel of the LORD driving them on.
And in the greatness of thine excellency thou overthrowest them that rise up against thee: Thou sendest forth thy wrath, it consumeth them as stubble.
Yea, they have not been planted; yea, they have not been sown; yea, their stock hath not taken root in the earth: moreover he bloweth upon them, and they wither, and the whirlwind taketh them away as stubble.
Who hath raised up one from the east, whom he calleth in righteousness to his foot? he giveth nations before him, and maketh him rule over kings; he giveth them as the dust to his sword, as the driven stubble to his bow.
Therefore will I scatter them, as the stubble that passeth away, by the wind of the wilderness.
Because thou hast said, These two nations and these two countries shall be mine, and we will possess it; whereas the LORD was there:
Thus saith the Lord GOD Because the enemy hath said against you, Aha! and, The ancient high places are ours in possession:
whose fan is in his hand, and he will throughly cleanse his threshing-floor; and he will gather his wheat into the garner, but the chaff he will burn up with unquenchable fire.