Make them like tumbleweed, my God, like straw before the wind.

我的神啊，求你叫他们像旋风的尘土，像风前的碎秸。

我的上帝啊，求你使他们像旋风中的尘土，如风前的碎秸。

我的神啊，求你使他们像旋风中的尘土，如风前的碎秸。

我的上帝啊，求你把他们驱散，如同狂风吹散尘土和碎秸。

我的神啊！求你使他们像旋风卷起的草，像风前的碎秸。

我的神哪，求你使他们如同旋风中的尘土，如同风前的麦秸！

我的神啊，求你叫他們像旋風的塵土，像風前的碎稭。

我的上帝啊，求你使他們像旋風中的塵土，如風前的碎稭。

我的神啊，求你使他們像旋風中的塵土，如風前的碎稭。

我的上帝啊，求你把他們驅散，如同狂風吹散塵土和碎稭。

我的神啊！求你使他們像旋風捲起的草，像風前的碎稭。

我的上帝啊，使他們像滾轉草，像風前的碎稭哦。

我的神哪，求你使他們如同旋風中的塵土，如同風前的麥稭！

我上帝歟、使之如飛旋之塵埃、如風飄之草芥兮、

上帝兮、使彼若草芥、為風飄揚兮。

求我天主使之如旋風、使之如糠秕隨風飄蕩、

主豈不聞其狂言。『吾欲併吞主第宅。』

Make them like tumbleweed, my God, like chaff before the wind.

My God, make them like straw that the wind blows away. Make them like tumbleweed.

O my God, make them like whirling dust, like chaff before the wind.

O my God, scatter them like tumbleweed, like chaff before the wind!

My God, make them like the whirling dust, Like chaff before the wind.

O my God, make them like the whirling dust, Like the chaff before the wind!

O my God, make them like the whirling dust; As stubble before the wind.

Make them like tumbleweed, my God, like straw before the wind.

O my God, make them like a wheel; as the stubble before the wind.

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

My God, make them like tumbleweed, like chaff before the wind.

Are they like straw before the wind, like chaff a storm sweeps away?

Let them be like chaff in the wind, with the angel of the LORD driving them away.

Will you frighten a wind-driven leaf? Will you chase after dry straw?

They are barely planted, barely sown, their stem hardly takes root in the ground when he blows on them and they wither, and a whirlwind carries them away like stubble.

I will scatter you like drifting chaff before the desert wind.

His winnowing shovel is in his hand, and he will clear his threshing floor and gather his wheat into the barn. But the chaff he will burn with fire that never goes out.”

You overthrew your adversaries by your great majesty. You unleashed your burning wrath; it consumed them like stubble.

Ah! The roar of many peoples— they roar like the roaring of the seas. The raging of the nations— they rage like the rumble of rushing water.The nations rage like the rumble of a huge torrent. He rebukes them, and they flee far away, driven before the wind like chaff on the hills and like tumbleweeds before a gale.In the evening— sudden terror! Before morning— it is gone! This is the fate of those who plunder us and the lot of those who ravage us.

You are my King, my God, who ordains victories for Jacob.

God arises. His enemies scatter, and those who hate him flee from his presence.As smoke is blown away, so you blow them away. As wax melts before the fire, so the wicked are destroyed before God.

Who has stirred up someone from the east? In righteousness he calls him to serve. The LORD hands nations over to him, and he subdues kings. He makes them like dust with his sword, like wind-driven stubble with his bow.

Why do you hold back your hand? Stretch out your right hand and destroy them!God my King is from ancient times, performing saving acts on the earth.

My God, my God, why have you abandoned me? Why are you so far from my deliverance and from my words of groaning?