Then a scorching wind will sweep them away
thrown far from the light into a world of darkness,
They will be forgotten like a dream
How often does he strike them like a windstorm that scatters straw?
stirring up a windstorm to toss me about.
Never will I return home; soon I will be forgotten.
because you are furious and have thrown me aside.
He will send fiery coals and flaming sulfur down on the wicked, and they will drink nothing but a scorching wind.
Wipe them out quicker than a pot can be heated by setting thorns on fire.
pursue and terrify them with storms of your own.
When your enemies attack, I will scatter you like dust blown by an eastern wind. Then, on that day of disaster, I will turn my back on you.
No matter how much you prosper more than the other tribes, I, the LORD, will wipe you out, just as a scorching desert wind dries up streams of water. I will take away your precious treasures.
The rain poured down, the rivers flooded, and the winds blew and beat against that house. Finally, it fell with a crash.
