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1 But God remembered Noah and all the wild animals and livestock with him in the boat. He sent a wind to blow across the earth, and the floodwaters began to recede.
Then seven more heads of grain appeared, but these were shriveled and withered by the east wind.
Then seven more heads of grain appeared, but these were blighted, shriveled, and withered by the east wind.
The seven thin, scrawny cows that came up later and the seven thin heads of grain, withered by the east wind, represent seven years of famine.
So Moses raised his staff over Egypt, and the LORD caused an east wind to blow over the land all that day and through the night. When morning arrived, the east wind had brought the locusts.
The LORD responded by shifting the wind, and the strong west wind blew the locusts into the Red Sea. Not a single locust remained in all the land of Egypt.
Then Moses raised his hand over the sea, and the LORD opened up a path through the water with a strong east wind. The wind blew all that night, turning the seabed into dry land.
“And for those of you who survive, I will demoralize you in the land of your enemies. You will live in such fear that the sound of a leaf driven by the wind will send you fleeing. You will run as though fleeing from a sword, and you will fall even when no one pursues you.
31 Now the LORD sent a wind that brought quail from the sea and let them fall all around the camp. For miles in every direction there were quail flying about three feet above the ground.
Mounted on a mighty angelic being, he flew, soaring on the wings of the wind.
And soon the sky was black with clouds. A heavy wind brought a terrific rainstorm, and Ahab left quickly for Jezreel.
“Go out and stand before me on the mountain,” the LORD told him. And as Elijah stood there, the LORD passed by, and a mighty windstorm hit the mountain. It was such a terrible blast that the rocks were torn loose, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake.
You will see neither wind nor rain, says the LORD, but this valley will be filled with water. You will have plenty for yourselves and your cattle and other animals.
Suddenly, a powerful wind swept in from the wilderness and hit the house on all sides. The house collapsed, and all your children are dead. I am the only one who escaped to tell you.”
“How long will you go on like this? You sound like a blustering wind.
Would you terrify a leaf blown by the wind? Would you chase dry straw?
Are they driven before the wind like straw? Are they carried away by the storm like chaff? Not at all!
The east wind carries them away, and they are gone. It sweeps them away.
I live in terror now. My honor has blown away in the wind, and my prosperity has vanished like a cloud.
The stormy wind comes from its chamber, and the driving winds bring the cold.
When you are sweltering in your clothes and the south wind dies down and everything is still,
We cannot look at the sun, for it shines brightly in the sky when the wind clears away the clouds.
Where is the path to the source of light? Where is the home of the east wind?
But not the wicked! They are like worthless chaff, scattered by the wind.
Mounted on a mighty angelic being, he flew, soaring on the wings of the wind.
I ground them as fine as dust in the wind. I swept them into the gutter like dirt.
Blow them away like chaff in the wind — a wind sent by the angel of the LORD.
You destroyed them like the mighty ships of Tarshish shattered by a powerful east wind.
Common people are as worthless as a puff of wind, and the powerful are not what they appear to be. If you weigh them on the scales, together they are lighter than a breath of air.
He released the east wind in the heavens and guided the south wind by his mighty power.
For he remembered that they were merely mortal, gone like a breath of wind that never returns.
O my God, scatter them like tumbleweed, like chaff before the wind!
The wind blows, and we are gone — as though we had never been here.
you lay out the rafters of your home in the rain clouds. You make the clouds your chariot; you ride upon the wings of the wind.
He causes the clouds to rise over the whole earth. He sends the lightning with the rain and releases the wind from his storehouses.
fire and hail, snow and clouds, wind and weather that obey him,
Those who bring trouble on their families inherit the wind. The fool will be a servant to the wise.
A person who promises a gift but doesn’t give it is like clouds and wind that bring no rain.
As surely as a north wind brings rain, so a gossiping tongue causes anger!
Stopping her complaints is like trying to stop the wind or trying to hold something with greased hands.
Who but God goes up to heaven and comes back down? Who holds the wind in his fists? Who wraps up the oceans in his cloak? Who has created the whole wide world? What is his name — and his son’s name? Tell me if you know!
The wind blows south, and then turns north. Around and around it goes, blowing in circles.
I observed everything going on under the sun, and really, it is all meaningless — like chasing the wind.
So I set out to learn everything from wisdom to madness and folly. But I learned firsthand that pursuing all this is like chasing the wind.
But as I looked at everything I had worked so hard to accomplish, it was all so meaningless — like chasing the wind. There was nothing really worthwhile anywhere.
So I came to hate life because everything done here under the sun is so troubling. Everything is meaningless — like chasing the wind.
God gives wisdom, knowledge, and joy to those who please him. But if a sinner becomes wealthy, God takes the wealth away and gives it to those who please him. This, too, is meaningless — like chasing the wind.
Then I observed that most people are motivated to success because they envy their neighbors. But this, too, is meaningless — like chasing the wind.
And yet, “Better to have one handful with quietness than two handfuls with hard work and chasing the wind.”
Endless crowds stand around him, but then another generation grows up and rejects him, too. So it is all meaningless — like chasing the wind.
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