The east wind takes him away, and he is gone; for it sweeps him from his place.
Upon the wrong He rains snares, Fire and sulphur and a scorching wind Are the portion of their cup.
So pursue them with Your whirlwind, And frighten them with Your storm.
Before your pots feel the thorns, Whether green or ablaze, He sweeps them away.
They are like straw before the wind, and like chaff that a storm steals away.
He returns no more to his house, nor does his place know him any more.
and the rain came down, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and they beat on that house, and it fell, and great was its fall.”
“Though he bears fruit among his brothers, an east wind comes, a wind from יהוה comes up from the wilderness, and it dries up his fountain, and his spring becomes dry – it plunders a treasure of all desirable objects.
“I shall scatter them as with an east wind before the enemy; I shall show them the back and not the face in the day of their calamity.”
They thrust him from light into darkness, and chase him out of the world.
He flies away like a dream, and is not found. And he is driven away like a vision of the night.
You lift me up to the wind, making me to ride it; and You melt me in a storm.
Because of Your displeasure and Your wrath; For You have lifted me up And thrown me down.