Job 4:9

“And at the blast of Your nostrils the waters were piled up, The flowing waters stood up like a heap; The deeps were congealed in the heart of the sea.

“He will not be able to depart from darkness; The flame will wither his shoots, And by the breath of His mouth he will depart.

But with righteousness He will judge the poor, And decide with uprightness for the afflicted of the earth; And He will strike the earth with the rod of His mouth, And with the breath of His lips He will put the wicked to death.

The grass withers, the flower fades, When the breath of Yahweh blows upon it; Surely the people are grass.