אָבַד

Thou hast rebuked the heathen, thou hast destroyed the wicked, thou hast put out their name for ever and ever.

O thou enemy, destructions are come to a perpetual end: and thou hast destroyed cities; their memorial is perished with them.

For the needy shall not alway be forgotten: the expectation of the poor shall not perish for ever.

The LORD is King for ever and ever: the heathen are perished out of his land.

Their fruit shalt thou destroy from the earth, and their seed from among the children of men.

I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.

But the wicked shall perish, and the enemies of the LORD shall be as the fat of lambs: they shall consume; into smoke shall they consume away.

Mine enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?

For he seeth that wise men die, likewise the fool and the brutish person perish, and leave their wealth to others.

As smoke is driven away, so drive them away: as wax melteth before the fire, so let the wicked perish at the presence of God.

For, lo, they that are far from thee shall perish: thou hast destroyed all them that go a whoring from thee.

It is burned with fire, it is cut down: they perish at the rebuke of thy countenance.

Let them be confounded and troubled for ever; yea, let them be put to shame, and perish:

For, lo, thine enemies, O LORD, for, lo, thine enemies shall perish; all the workers of iniquity shall be scattered.

They shall perish, but thou shalt endure: yea, all of them shall wax old like a garment; as a vesture shalt thou change them, and they shall be changed:

The wicked shall see it, and be grieved; he shall gnash with his teeth, and melt away: the desire of the wicked shall perish.

Unless thy law had been my delights, I should then have perished in mine affliction.

The wicked have waited for me to destroy me: but I will consider thy testimonies.

I have gone astray like a lost sheep; seek thy servant; for I do not forget thy commandments.

I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.

And of thy mercy cut off mine enemies, and destroy all them that afflict my soul: for I am thy servant.

His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; in that very day his thoughts perish.

For the turning away of the simple shall slay them, and the prosperity of fools shall destroy them.

The hope of the righteous shall be gladness: but the expectation of the wicked shall perish.