By the breath of God they perish, and by the blast of his anger they are consumed.

Do you intend to criticize mere words, and treat the words of a despairing man as wind?

My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits me.

My breath is repulsive to my wife; I am loathsome to my brothers.

When I hear a reproof that dishonors me, then my understanding prompts me to answer.

When he made the force of the wind and measured the waters with a gauge.

You pick me up on the wind and make me ride on it; you toss me about in the storm.

For I am full of words, and the spirit within me constrains me.

The Spirit of God has made me, and the breath of the Almighty gives me life.

Then a breath of air passes by my face; it makes the hair of my flesh stand up.

“How long will you speak these things, seeing that the words of your mouth are like a great wind?

He does not allow me to recover my breath, for he fills me with bitterness.

You gave me life and favor, and your intervention watched over my spirit.

“Does a wise man answer with blustery knowledge, or fill his belly with the east wind?

when you turn your rage against God and allow such words to escape from your mouth?

Will there be an end to your windy words? Or what provokes you that you answer?

Is my complaint against a man? If so, why should I not be impatient?

How often are they like straw before the wind, and like chaff swept away by a whirlwind?

By his breath the skies became fair; his hand pierced the fleeing serpent.

for while my spirit is still in me, and the breath from God is in my nostrils,