Job

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

For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust.

And upon them that are left alive of you I will send a faintness into their hearts in the lands of their enemies; and the sound of a shaken leaf shall chase them; and they shall flee, as fleeing from a sword; and they shall fall when none pursueth.

Behold, he findeth occasions against me, he counteth me for his enemy,

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