He gave the order for a windstorm, and it stirred up the waves of the sea.

May they be like wind-driven chaff, as the Lord’s angel attacks them!

He humbles princes; the kings of the earth regard him as awesome.

He remembered that they were made of flesh, and were like a wind that blows past and does not return.

O my God, make them like dead thistles, like dead weeds blown away by the wind!

O fire and hail, snow and clouds, O stormy wind that carries out his orders,

Not so with the wicked! Instead they are like wind-driven chaff.

He mounted a winged angel and flew; he glided on the wings of the wind.

The depths of the sea were exposed; the inner regions of the world were uncovered by your battle cry, Lord, by the powerful breath from your nose.

I grind them as fine windblown dust; I beat them underfoot like clay in the streets.

The Lord is near the brokenhearted; he delivers those who are discouraged.

The sacrifices God desires are a humble spirit – O God, a humble and repentant heart you will not reject.

but when the hot wind blows by, it disappears, and one can no longer even spot the place where it once grew.

and lays the beams of the upper rooms of his palace on the rain clouds. He makes the clouds his chariot, and travels along on the wings of the wind.

He causes the clouds to arise from the end of the earth, makes lightning bolts accompany the rain, and brings the wind out of his storehouses.

and ears, but cannot hear. Indeed, they cannot breathe.