Whirlwind: Illustrative of The: Sudden Destruction of the Wicked

Before your pots can feel the burning thorns—whether green or dry—He will sweep them away.

…when your dread comes like a storm, and your destruction like a whirlwind, when distress and anguish overwhelm you.

The nations rage like the rush of many waters. He rebukes them, and they flee far away, driven before the wind like chaff on the hills, like tumbleweeds before a gale.

No sooner are they planted, no sooner are they sown, no sooner have their stems taken root in the ground, than He blows on them and they wither, and a whirlwind sweeps them away like stubble.

You will winnow them, and a wind will carry them away; a gale will scatter them. But you will rejoice in the LORD; you will glory in the Holy One of Israel.

Behold, the storm of the LORD has gone out with fury, a whirlwind swirling down upon the heads of the wicked.