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.

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

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

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

But it is a spirit in people, the breath of the Almighty, that makes them understand.

Remember that my life is but a breath, that my eyes will never again see happiness.

and suddenly a great wind swept across the wilderness and struck the four corners of the house, and it fell on the young people, and they died! And I – only I alone – escaped to tell you!”