Job 27:21

The wicked are not so, but are like the chaff which the wind drives away.

“Therefore I will scatter them, as the stubble that passes away, by the wind of the wilderness.

If he is destroyed from his place, then it will deny him, saying, ‘I have not seen you.’

For he breaks me with a storm, and multiplies my wounds without cause.

Will you harass a driven leaf? Will you pursue the dry stubble?

Let them be as chaff before the wind, Yahweh’s angel driving them on.

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

They surrounded me like bees. They are quenched like the burning thorns. In Yahweh’s name I cut them off.

Let burning coals fall on them. Let them be thrown into the fire, into miry pits, from where they never rise.

When the whirlwind passes, the wicked is no more; but the righteous stand firm forever.

who tell wood, ‘You are my father,’ and a stone, ‘You have given birth to me,’ for they have turned their back to me, and not their face; but in the time of their trouble they will say, ‘Arise, and save us!’

But it was plucked up in fury. It was cast down to the ground, and the east wind dried up its fruit. Its strong branches were broken off and withered. The fire consumed them.

I will enter into judgment with him with pestilence and with blood. I will rain on him, and on his hordes, and on the many peoples who are with him, an overflowing shower, with great hailstones, fire, and sulfur.

he also will drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is prepared unmixed in the cup of his anger. He will be tormented with fire and sulfur in the presence of the holy angels, and in the presence of the Lamb.

Then Yahweh rained on Sodom and on Gomorrah sulfur and fire from Yahweh out of the sky.

The eye which saw him will see him no more, neither will his place see him any more.

For yet a little while, and the wicked will be no more. Yes, though you look for his place, he isn’t there.

With the east wind, you break the ships of Tarshish.

For in Yahweh’s hand there is a cup, full of foaming wine mixed with spices. He pours it out. Indeed the wicked of the earth drink and drink it to its very dregs.

For the wind passes over it, and it is gone. Its place remembers it no more.

For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool. This also is vanity.

The nations will rush like the rushing of many waters: but he will rebuke them, and they will flee far off, and will be chased like the chaff of the mountains before the wind, and like the whirling dust before the storm.

This is your lot, the portion measured to you from me,” says Yahweh, “because you have forgotten me, and trusted in falsehood.”

The wind will feed all your shepherds, and your lovers will go into captivity. Surely then you will be ashamed and confounded for all your wickedness.

Yes, behold, being planted, will it prosper? Won’t it utterly wither when the east wind touches it? It will wither in the beds where it grew.” ’ ”

Behold, seven heads of grain, thin and blasted with the east wind, sprung up after them.

The name of the second, he called Ephraim: “For God has made me fruitful in the land of my affliction.”

“Joseph is a fruitful vine, a fruitful vine by a spring. His branches run over the wall.

There will dwell in his tent that which is none of his. Sulfur will be scattered on his habitation.

You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.

Yahweh assigned my portion and my cup. You made my lot secure.

He will be a sanctuary, but for both houses of Israel, he will be a stumbling stone and a rock that makes them fall. For the people of Jerusalem, he will be a trap and a snare.

In measure, when you send them away, you contend with them. He has removed them with his rough blast in the day of the east wind.

Behold, the Lord has a mighty and strong one. Like a storm of hail, a destroying storm, and like a storm of mighty waters overflowing, he will cast them down to the earth with his hand.

But the multitude of your foes will be like fine dust, and the multitude of the ruthless ones like chaff that blows away. Yes, it will be in an instant, suddenly.

Its streams will be turned into pitch, its dust into sulfur, And its land will become burning pitch.

At that time it will be said to this people and to Jerusalem, “A hot wind from the bare heights in the wilderness toward the daughter of my people, not to winnow, nor to cleanse;

They have turned their backs to me, and not their faces. Although I taught them, rising up early and teaching them, yet they have not listened to receive instruction.

Also her hired men in the middle of her are like calves of the stall; for they also are turned back. They have fled away together. They didn’t stand, for the day of their calamity has come on them, the time of their visitation.

Yahweh says: “Behold, I will raise up against Babylon, and against those who dwell in Lebkamai, a destroying wind.

“You have covered us with anger and pursued us. You have killed. You have not pitied.

I will also turn my face from them, and they will profane my secret place. Robbers will enter into it, and profane it.

Your rowers have brought you into great waters. The east wind has broken you in the heart of the seas.

Therefore they will be like the morning mist, and like the dew that passes away early, like the chaff that is driven with the whirlwind out of the threshing floor, and like the smoke out of the chimney.

each man’s work will be revealed. For the Day will declare it, because it is revealed in fire; and the fire itself will test what sort of work each man’s work is.

But if Yahweh makes a new thing, and the ground opens its mouth, and swallows them up with all that belong to them, and they go down alive into Sheol, then you shall understand that these men have despised Yahweh.”

As they fled from before Israel, while they were at the descent of Beth Horon, Yahweh hurled down great stones from the sky on them to Azekah, and they died. There were more who died from the hailstones than those whom the children of Israel killed with the sword.

Thus God repaid the wickedness of Abimelech, which he did to his father in killing his seventy brothers;

Behold, I will put a spirit in him, and he will hear news, and will return to his own land. I will cause him to fall by the sword in his own land.” ’ ”

He will return no more to his house, neither will his place know him any more.

A noose is hidden for him in the ground, a trap for him on the path.

When he is about to fill his belly, God will cast the fierceness of his wrath on him. It will rain on him while he is eating.

How often is it that they are as stubble before the wind, as chaff that the storm carries away?

Therefore snares are around you. Sudden fear troubles you,

On the wicked he will rain blazing coals; fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

He rode on a cherub, and flew. Yes, he soared on the wings of the wind.

Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns, he will sweep away the green and the burning alike.

so pursue them with your tempest, and terrify them with your storm.

He lays the beams of his rooms in the waters. He makes the clouds his chariot. He walks on the wings of the wind.

The wicked is brought down in his calamity, but in death, the righteous has a refuge.

So I saw the wicked buried. Indeed they came also from holiness. They went and were forgotten in the city where they did this. This also is vanity.

Therefore as the tongue of fire devours the stubble, and as the dry grass sinks down in the flame, so their root shall be as rottenness, and their blossom shall go up as dust, because they have rejected the law of Yahweh of Armies, and despised the word of the Holy One of Israel.

The sinners in Zion are afraid. Trembling has seized the godless ones. Who among us can live with the devouring fire? Who among us can live with everlasting burning?

They are planted scarcely. They are sown scarcely. Their stock has scarcely taken root in the ground. He merely blows on them, and they wither, and the whirlwind takes them away as stubble.

Awake, awake! Stand up, Jerusalem, you who have drunk from Yahweh’s hand the cup of his wrath. You have drunken the bowl of the cup of staggering, and drained it.

Your Lord Yahweh, your God who pleads the cause of his people, says, “Behold, I have taken out of your hand the cup of staggering, even the bowl of the cup of my wrath. You will not drink it any more.

For, behold, Yahweh will come with fire, and his chariots will be like the whirlwind; to render his anger with fierceness, and his rebuke with flames of fire.

I will scatter them as with an east wind before the enemy. I will show them the back, and not the face, in the day of their calamity.

Behold, Yahweh’s storm, his wrath, has gone out. Yes, a whirling storm: It will burst on the head of the wicked.

Tell those who plaster it with whitewash that it will fall. There will be an overflowing shower; and you, great hailstones, will fall. A stormy wind will tear it.

The wind has wrapped her up in its wings; and they shall be disappointed because of their sacrifices.

Though he is fruitful among his brothers, an east wind will come, the breath of Yahweh coming up from the wilderness; and his spring will become dry, and his fountain will be dried up. He will plunder the storehouse of treasure.

For entangled like thorns, and drunken as with their drink, they are consumed utterly like dry stubble.

The rain came down, the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat on that house; and it fell—and great was its fall.”

For we know that if the earthly house of our tent is dissolved, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal, in the heavens.

They didn’t prevail. No place was found for them any more in heaven.