The east wind lifts them up, and they are gone; it sweeps them out of their place.
They are thrust from light into darkness and driven out of the world.
They will fly away like a dream and not be found; they will be chased away like a vision of the night.
How often are they like straw before the wind and like chaff that the storm carries away?
You lift me up on the wind, you make me ride on it, and you toss me about in the roar of the storm.
they return no more to their houses, nor do their places know them any more.
because of your indignation and anger, for you have lifted me up and thrown me aside.
On the wicked he will rain coals of fire and sulfur; a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
Sooner than your pots can feel the heat of thorns, whether green or ablaze, may he sweep them away!
so pursue them with your tempest and terrify them with your hurricane.
Like the wind from the east, I will scatter them before the enemy. I will show them my back, not my face, in the day of their calamity.
Although he may flourish among rushes, the east wind shall come, a blast from the Lord, rising from the wilderness, and his fountain shall dry up; his spring shall be parched. It shall strip his treasury of every precious thing.
The rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell—and great was its fall!”