TSK · Psalms 1:4

How often is it that they are as stubble before the wind, as chaff that the storm carries away?

But he passed away, and behold, he was not. Yes, I sought him, but he could not be found.

But the multitude of your foes will be like fine dust, and the multitude of the ruthless ones like chaff that blows away. Yes, it will be in an instant, suddenly.

Therefore they will be like the morning mist, and like the dew that passes away early, like the chaff that is driven with the whirlwind out of the threshing floor, and like the smoke out of the chimney.