O my God,makethem like the whirlingdust,Like chaffbeforethe wind.
"Will You causea drivenleafto tremble?Or will You pursuethe drychaff?
"Are they as strawbeforethe wind,And like chaffwhich the stormcarriesaway?
My God,my God,whyhave You forsakenme? Farfrom my deliveranceare the wordsof my groaning.
Let them be like chaffbeforethe wind,With the angelof the LORDdriving[them] on.
You are my King,O God;Commandvictoriesfor Jacob.
"And in the greatnessof Your excellenceYou overthrowthose who riseup against You; You sendforth Your burninganger,[and] it consumesthem as chaff.
Scarcelyhave they been planted,Scarcelyhave they been sown,Scarcelyhas their stocktakenrootin the earth,But He merelyblowson them, and they wither,And the stormcarriesthem away like stubble.
"Whohas arousedone from the eastWhom He callsin righteousnessto His feet?He deliversup nationsbeforehim And subdueskings.He makesthem like dustwith his sword,As the wind-driven chaffwith his bow.
"Therefore I will scatterthem like driftingstrawTo the desertwind.
"Becauseyou have said,'These twonationsand these twolandswill be mine, and we will possessthem,' although the LORDwas there,
Thussaysthe LordGOD,"Becausethe enemyhas spokenagainstyou, 'Aha!'and, 'The everlastingheightshave becomeour possession,'
"His winnowing forkis in His hand,and He will thoroughly clearHis threshing floor;and He will gatherHis wheatinto the barn,but He will burnup the chaffwith unquenchablefire."
