2714 verses about Death

My heart is severely pained within me. The terrors of death have fallen on me.

Let death come suddenly on them. Let them go down alive into Sheol. For wickedness is among them, in their dwelling.

But you, God, will bring them down into the pit of destruction. Bloodthirsty and deceitful men shall not live out half their days, but I will trust in you.

For you have delivered my soul from death, and prevented my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living.

Let them be like a snail which melts and passes away, like the stillborn child, who has not seen the sun.

But those who seek my soul, to destroy it, shall go into the lower parts of the earth.

They shall be given over to the power of the sword. They shall be jackal food.

God is to us a God of deliverance. To Yahweh, the Lord, belongs escape from death.

For there are no struggles in their death, but their strength is firm.

How they are suddenly destroyed! They are completely swept away with terrors.

Valiant men lie plundered, they have slept their last sleep. None of the men of war can lift their hands.

when the anger of God went up against them, killed some of their fattest, and struck down the young men of Israel.

Therefore he consumed their days in vanity, and their years in terror.

He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes away, and doesn’t come again.

He made a path for his anger. He didn’t spare their soul from death, but gave their life over to the pestilence,

Fire devoured their young men. Their virgins had no wedding song.

Their priests fell by the sword, and their widows couldn’t weep.

They have given the dead bodies of your servants to be food for the birds of the sky, the flesh of your saints to the animals of the earth.

Their blood they have shed like water around Jerusalem. There was no one to bury them.

Let the sighing of the prisoner come before you. According to the greatness of your power, preserve those who are sentenced to death.

It’s burned with fire. It’s cut down. They perish at your rebuke.

Nevertheless you shall die like men, and fall like one of the rulers.”

who perished at Endor, who became as dung for the earth.

For my soul is full of troubles. My life draws near to Sheol.

I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,

set apart among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.

You have laid me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths.

Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. Selah.

Do you show wonders to the dead? Do the departed spirits rise up and praise you? Selah.

Is your loving kindness declared in the grave? Or your faithfulness in Destruction?

Are your wonders made known in the dark? Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?

I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.

Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.

Remember how short my time is! For what vanity have you created all the children of men!

What man is he who shall live and not see death, who shall deliver his soul from the power of Sheol? Selah.

You turn man to destruction, saying, “Return, you children of men.”

You sweep them away as they sleep. In the morning they sprout like new grass.

In the morning it sprouts and springs up. By evening, it is withered and dry.

For all our days have passed away in your wrath. We bring our years to an end as a sigh.

The days of our years are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty years; yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for it passes quickly, and we fly away.

So teach us to count our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

though the wicked spring up as the grass, and all the evildoers flourish, they will be destroyed forever.

For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.

My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.

to hear the groans of the prisoner; to free those who are condemned to death;

He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.

I said, “My God, don’t take me away in the middle of my days. Your years are throughout all generations.

As for man, his days are like grass. As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.

For the wind passes over it, and it is gone. Its place remembers it no more.

You hide your face: they are troubled; you take away their breath: they die, and return to the dust.

He turned their waters into blood, and killed their fish.

He struck also all the firstborn in their land, the first fruits of all their manhood.

They joined themselves also to Baal Peor, and ate the sacrifices of the dead.

Some sat in darkness and in the shadow of death, being bound in affliction and iron,

He brought them out of darkness and the shadow of death, and broke away their chains.

Their soul abhors all kinds of food. They draw near to the gates of death.

Let his days be few. Let another take his office.

Let his posterity be cut off. In the generation following let their name be blotted out.

I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a locust.

The dead don’t praise Yah, neither any who go down into silence;

The cords of death surrounded me, the pains of Sheol got a hold of me. I found trouble and sorrow.

For you have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, and my feet from falling.

Precious in Yahweh’s sight is the death of his saints.

I will not die, but live, and declare Yah’s works.

Yah has punished me severely, but he has not given me over to death.

Who struck the firstborn of Egypt, both of man and animal;

To him who struck down the Egyptian firstborn; for his loving kindness endures forever;

“As when one plows and breaks up the earth, our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.”

Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

His spirit departs, and he returns to the earth. In that very day, his thoughts perish.

Let’s swallow them up alive like Sheol, and whole, like those who go down into the pit.

but these lay wait for their own blood. They lurk secretly for their own lives.

So are the ways of everyone who is greedy for gain. It takes away the life of its owners.

For the backsliding of the simple will kill them. The careless ease of fools will destroy them.

for her house leads down to death, her paths to the departed spirits.

None who go to her return again, neither do they attain to the paths of life:

Her feet go down to death. Her steps lead straight to Sheol.

He will die for lack of instruction. In the greatness of his folly, he will go astray.

For a prostitute reduces you to a piece of bread. The adulteress hunts for your precious life.

Until an arrow strikes through his liver, as a bird hurries to the snare, and doesn’t know that it will cost his life.

Her house is the way to Sheol, going down to the rooms of death.

But he who sins against me wrongs his own soul. All those who hate me love death.”

But he doesn’t know that the departed spirits are there, that her guests are in the depths of Sheol.

Treasures of wickedness profit nothing, but righteousness delivers from death.

The memory of the righteous is blessed, but the name of the wicked will rot.

The lips of the righteous feed many, but the foolish die for lack of understanding.

Riches don’t profit in the day of wrath, but righteousness delivers from death.

When a wicked man dies, hope perishes, and expectation of power comes to nothing.

He who is truly righteous gets life. He who pursues evil gets death.

In the way of righteousness is life; in its path there is no death.

The teaching of the wise is a spring of life, to turn from the snares of death.

There is a way which seems right to a man, but in the end it leads to death.

The fear of Yahweh is a fountain of life, turning people from the snares of death.

The wicked is brought down in his calamity, but in death, the righteous has a refuge.

There is stern discipline for one who forsakes the way: whoever hates reproof shall die.

Sheol and Abaddon are before Yahweh— how much more then the hearts of the children of men!

The king’s wrath is a messenger of death, but a wise man will pacify it.

There is a way which seems right to a man, but in the end it leads to death.

Death and life are in the power of the tongue; those who love it will eat its fruit.

He who keeps the commandment keeps his soul, but he who is contemptuous in his ways shall die.