Bible Verses About The, Are Compared To Wicked

And their inhabitants are feeble-handed, They were broken down, and are dried up, They have been the herb of the field, And the greenness of the tender grass, Grass of the roofs, And blasted corn--before it hath risen up!

And empty man is bold, And the colt of a wild ass man is born.

As a dream he fleeth, and they find him not, And he is driven away as a vision of the night,

They are as straw before wind, And as chaff a hurricane hath stolen away,

Not so the wicked: But--as chaff that wind driveth away!

His likeness as a lion desirous to tear, As a young lion dwelling in secret places.

Thou makest them as a furnace of fire, At the time of Thy presence. Jehovah in His anger doth swallow them, And fire doth devour them.

Many bulls have surrounded me, Mighty ones of Bashan have compassed me,

For as grass speedily they are cut off, And as the greenness of the tender grass do fade.

I have seen the wicked terrible, And spreading as a green native plant,

And man in honour doth not remain, He hath been like the beasts, they have been cut off.

Their poison is as poison of a serpent, As a deaf asp shutting its ear,

As the driving away of smoke Thou drivest away, As the melting of wax before fire, The wicked perish at the presence of God.

O my God, make them as a rolling thing, As stubble before wind.

When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity--For their being destroyed for ever and ever!

Nor do they mutter through their throat, Like them are their makers, Every one who is trusting in them.

They compassed me about as bees, They have been extinguished as a fire of thorns, In the name of Jehovah I surely cut them off.

Dross! Thou hast caused to cease All the wicked of the earth; Therefore I have loved Thy testimonies.

As the passing by of a hurricane, So the wicked is not, And the righteous is a foundation age-during.

As a dog hath returned to its vomit, A fool is repeating his folly.

Silver of dross spread over potsherd, Are burning lips and an evil heart.

For ye are as an oak whose leaf is fading, And as a garden that hath no water.

In the wrath of Jehovah of Hosts Hath the land been consumed, And the people is as fuel of fire; A man on his brother hath no pity,

And--thou hast been cast out of thy grave, As an abominable branch, raiment of the slain, Thrust through ones of the sword, Going down unto the sons of the pit, As a carcase trodden down.

Lo, the Lord Jehovah giveth help to me, Who is he that declareth me wicked? Lo, all of them as a garment wear out, A moth doth eat them.