Make them like tumbleweed, my God, like chaff 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。』

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!

Make them like tumbleweed, my God, like straw 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.

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

May they be like chaff before the wind, with the angel of the Lord driving them away;

Will you torment a windblown leaf? Will you chase after dry chaff?

No sooner are they planted, no sooner are they sown, no sooner do they take root in the ground, than he blows on them and they wither, and a whirlwind sweeps them away like chaff.

“ I will scatter you like chaff driven by the desert wind.

His winnowing fork is in his hand, and he will clear his threshing floor, gathering his wheat into the barn and burning up the chaff with unquenchable fire.”

“ In the greatness of your majesty you threw down those who opposed you. You unleashed your burning anger; it consumed them like stubble.

Woe to the many nations that rage— they rage like the raging sea! Woe to the peoples who roar— they roar like the roaring of great waters!Although the peoples roar like the roar of surging waters, when he rebukes them they flee far away, driven before the wind like chaff on the hills, like tumbleweed before a gale.In the evening, sudden terror! Before the morning, they are gone! This is the portion of those who loot us, the lot of those who plunder us.

You are my King and my God, who decrees victories for Jacob.

May God arise, may his enemies be scattered; may his foes flee before him.May you blow them away like smoke— as wax melts before the fire, may the wicked perish before God.

“ Who has stirred up one from the east, calling him in righteousness to his service? He hands nations over to him and subdues kings before him. He turns them to dust with his sword, to windblown chaff with his bow.

Why do you hold back your hand, your right hand? Take it from the folds of your garment and destroy them!But God is my King from long ago; he brings salvation on the earth.

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, so far from my cries of anguish?