¹³ O my God, make them like whirling dust,^[a]
    like chaff before the wind.^(A)

²⁴ Scarcely are they planted, scarcely sown,
    scarcely has their stem taken root in the earth,
when he blows upon them, and they wither,
    and the tempest carries them off like stubble.^(A)

² Who has roused a victor from the east,
    summoned him to his service?
He delivers up nations to him
    and tramples kings under foot;
he makes them like dust with his sword,
    like driven stubble with his bow.^(A)

¹² Woe, the thunder of many peoples,
    they thunder like the thundering of the sea!
The roar of nations,
    they roar like the roaring of mighty waters!^(A)
13 [[When the nations roar like the roaring of many waters,]]^[a]
    he will rebuke them, and they will flee far away,
chased like chaff on the mountains before the wind
    and like whirling dust before the storm.^(B)
14 At evening time, sudden terror!
    Before morning, they are no more.
This is the fate of those who despoil us
    and the lot of those who plunder us.^(C)