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.
whose fan is in his hand, and he will thoroughly cleanse his threshing-floor; and he will gather his wheat into the garner, but the chaff he will burn up with unquenchable fire.\par
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.
{\b For the Chief Musician; set to Aijeleth hash-Shahar. A Psalm of David.}\par\par\tab My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?\par\tab {\i Why art thou so} far from helping me, {\i and from} the words of my groaning?