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

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.

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

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

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

Do you wish to torment a windblown leaf and chase after dry chaff?

Indeed, they are barely planted; yes, they are barely sown; yes, they barely take root in the earth, and then he blows on them, causing them to dry up, and the wind carries them away like straw.

“ The LORD says,‘ That is why I will scatter your people like chaff that is blown away by a desert wind.

His winnowing fork is in his hand, and he will clean out his threshing floor and will gather his wheat into the storehouse, but the chaff he will burn up with inextinguishable fire.”

In the abundance of your majesty you have overthrown those who rise up against you. You sent forth your wrath; it consumed them like stubble.

The many nations massing together are as good as dead, those who make a commotion as loud as the roaring of the sea’s waves. The people making such an uproar are as good as dead, those who make an uproar as loud as the roaring of powerful waves.Though these people make an uproar as loud as the roaring of powerful waves, when he shouts at them, they will flee to a distant land, driven before the wind like dead weeds on the hills, or like dead thistles before a strong gale.In the evening there is sudden terror; by morning they vanish. This is the fate of those who try to plunder us, the destiny of those who try to loot us!

You are my king, O God! Decree Jacob’s deliverance!

God springs into action! His enemies scatter; his adversaries run from him.As smoke is driven away by the wind, so you drive them away. As wax melts before fire, so the wicked are destroyed before God.

Who stirs up this one from the east? Who officially commissions him for service? He hands nations over to him, and enables him to subdue kings. He makes them like dust with his sword, like windblown straw with his bow.

Why do you remain inactive? Intervene and destroy him!But God has been my king from ancient times, performing acts of deliverance on the earth.

My God, my God, why have you abandoned me? I groan in prayer, but help seems far away.