They are like a dream that goes away in the morning; when you rouse yourself, O Lord, they disappear.

He flew swiftly on his winged creature; he traveled on the wings of the wind.

You carry us away like a flood; we last no longer than a dream. We are like weeds that sprout in the morning,

then all the armies of the nations attacking the city of God's altar, all their weapons and equipment---everything---will vanish like a dream, like something imagined in the night.

All the nations that assemble to attack Jerusalem will be like a starving person who dreams he is eating and wakes up hungry, or like someone dying of thirst who dreams he is drinking and wakes with a dry throat.