Do ye imagine to reprove words, and the speeches of one that is desperate, which are as wind?

O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

How long wilt thou speak these things? and how long shall the words of thy mouth be like a strong wind?

He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.

Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.

In whose hand is the soul of every living thing, and the breath of all mankind.

Should a wise man utter vain knowledge, and fill his belly with the east wind?

That thou turnest thy spirit against God, and lettest such words go out of thy mouth?

He shall not depart out of darkness; the flame shall dry up his branches, and by the breath of his mouth shall he go away.

Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest?

My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.

My breath is strange to my wife, though I intreated for the children's sake of mine own body.

I have heard the check of my reproach, and the spirit of my understanding causeth me to answer.

As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?

They are as stubble before the wind, and as chaff that the storm carrieth away.

By his spirit he hath garnished the heavens; his hand hath formed the crooked serpent.

All the while my breath is in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils;

To make the weight for the winds; and he weigheth the waters by measure.

Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.

Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.

But there is a spirit in man: and the inspiration of the Almighty giveth them understanding.

For I am full of matter, the spirit within me constraineth me.

The Spirit of God hath made me, and the breath of the Almighty hath given me life.

If he set his heart upon man, if he gather unto himself his spirit and his breath;

And now men see not the bright light which is in the clouds: but the wind passeth, and cleanseth them.

One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.

The ungodly are not so: but are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.

Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

And he rode upon a cherub, and did fly: yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind.

Then the channels of waters were seen, and the foundations of the world were discovered at thy rebuke, O LORD, at the blast of the breath of thy nostrils.

Then did I beat them small as the dust before the wind: I did cast them out as the dirt in the streets.

Into thine hand I commit my spirit: thou hast redeemed me, O LORD God of truth.

Blessed is the man unto whom the LORD imputeth not iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no guile.

By the word of the LORD were the heavens made; and all the host of them by the breath of his mouth.

The LORD is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.

Let them be as chaff before the wind: and let the angel of the LORD chase them.

Thou breakest the ships of Tarshish with an east wind.

Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.

Cast me not away from thy presence; and take not thy holy spirit from me.

Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation; and uphold me with thy free spirit.

The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.

I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest.

He shall cut off the spirit of princes: he is terrible to the kings of the earth.

I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.

I call to remembrance my song in the night: I commune with mine own heart: and my spirit made diligent search.

And might not be as their fathers, a stubborn and rebellious generation; a generation that set not their heart aright, and whose spirit was not stedfast with God.

For he remembered that they were but flesh; a wind that passeth away, and cometh not again.

O my God, make them like a wheel; as the stubble before the wind.

For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.