But she was torn out in fury and flung to the ground; The east wind withered her up, her fruit was plucked away; Her strongest branch dried up, fire devoured it.
Though Ephraim may flourish among his brothers, an east wind will come, a wind from the Lord, rising from the wilderness, That will dry up his spring, and leave his fountain dry. It will loot his treasury of every precious thing.
And when the sun arose, God provided a scorching east wind; and the sun beat upon Jonah’s head till he became faint. Then he wished for death, saying, “It is better for me to die than to live.”