They perish by the breath of God; they are consumed by the storm that is his anger.

how much less confidence does he have in those who dwell in houses of clay; who were formed from a foundation in dust and can perish like a moth?

They are defeated between morning and evening; they perish forever and no one notices!

he'll perish forever, like his own excrement; those who saw him will ask, "Where is he?'

"But if they won't listen, they'll perish by the sword and die in their ignorance.