That they are as stubble before the wind, And as chaff that the storm carrieth away?
The wicked are not so, But are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.
Let the peoples praise thee, O God; Let all the peoples praise thee.
Then was the iron, the clay, the brass, the silver, and the gold, broken in pieces together, and became like the chaff of the summer threshing-floors; and the wind carried them away, so that no place was found for them: and the stone that smote the image became a great mountain, and filled the whole earth.
O Ephraim, what shall I do unto thee? O Judah, what shall I do unto thee? for your goodness is as a morning cloud, and as the dew that goeth early away.