Though, he, among brethren, be fruitful, there shall come in an east wind, the blast of Yahweh out of the desert coming up, that his spring, may dry up, and his fountain, be exhausted, he, will rob the treasure-house of all the vessels of delight.
Then was she uprooted in indignation To the ground, was she east, And an east wind, dried up her fruit,—Broken off and withered were her staves of power, A fire, devoured them.
Lo! therefore though it remain planted, shall it thrive? As soon as an east wind toucheth it, will it not utterly wither? On the beds where it sprang up, will it not wither?
Ephraim, feedeth on wind, and pursueth the east wind, all the day, falsehood and force, doth he magnify,—and, a covenant with Assyria, would they solemnize, and, oil into Egypt, must be borne along.
And it came to pass, at the breaking forth of the sun, that God appointed a sultry east wind, and the sun smote upon the head of Jonah, that he became faint,—and asked his life, that he might die, and said, It were better for me, to die, than, to live.