¹³ Although the peoples roar^(A) like the roar of surging waters,
    when he rebukes^(B) them they flee^(C) far away,
driven before the wind like chaff^(D) on the hills,
    like tumbleweed before a gale.^(E)

⁵ But your many enemies will become like fine dust,^(A)
    the ruthless^(B) hordes like blown chaff.^(C)
Suddenly,^(D) in an instant,

⁴² I beat them as fine as windblown dust;^(A)
    I trampled them^[a] like mud in the streets.