2714 verses about Death

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.

Discipline your son, for there is hope; don’t be a willing party to his death.

The terror of a king is like the roaring of a lion. He who provokes him to anger forfeits his own life.

Whoever curses his father or his mother, his lamp shall be put out in blackness of darkness.

Getting treasures by a lying tongue is a fleeting vapor for those who seek death.

The man who wanders out of the way of understanding shall rest in the assembly of the departed spirits.

Rescue those who are being led away to death! Indeed, hold back those who are staggering to the slaughter!

Like a madman who shoots torches, arrows, and death,

Sheol and Abaddon are never satisfied; and a man’s eyes are never satisfied.

A man who is tormented by life blood will be a fugitive until death; no one will support him.

“Two things I have asked of you; don’t deny me before I die:

Sheol, the barren womb; the earth that is not satisfied with water; and the fire that doesn’t say, ‘Enough.’

“Vanity of vanities,” says the Preacher; “Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.”

One generation goes, and another generation comes; but the earth remains forever.

There is no memory of the former; neither shall there be any memory of the latter that are to come, among those that shall come after.

The wise man’s eyes are in his head, and the fool walks in darkness—and yet I perceived that one event happens to them all.

Then I said in my heart, “As it happens to the fool, so will it happen even to me; and why was I then more wise?” Then I said in my heart that this also is vanity.

For of the wise man, even as of the fool, there is no memory for ever, since in the days to come all will have been long forgotten. Indeed, the wise man must die just like the fool!

So I hated life, because the work that is worked under the sun was grievous to me; for all is vanity and a chasing after wind.

I hated all my labor in which I labored under the sun, because I must leave it to the man who comes after me.

For all his days are sorrows, and his travail is grief; yes, even in the night his heart takes no rest. This also is vanity.

a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

I said in my heart, “As for the sons of men, God tests them, so that they may see that they themselves are like animals.

For that which happens to the sons of men happens to animals. Even one thing happens to them. As the one dies, so the other dies. Yes, they have all one breath; and man has no advantage over the animals: for all is vanity.

All go to one place. All are from the dust, and all turn to dust again.

Who knows the spirit of man, whether it goes upward, and the spirit of the animal, whether it goes downward to the earth?”

Therefore I saw that there is nothing better, than that a man should rejoice in his works; for that is his portion: for who can bring him to see what will be after him?

Therefore I praised the dead who have been long dead more than the living who are yet alive.

Yes, better than them both is him who has not yet been, who has not seen the evil work that is done under the sun.

Those riches perish by misfortune, and if he has fathered a son, there is nothing in his hand.

As he came out of his mother’s womb, naked shall he go again as he came, and shall take nothing for his labor, which he may carry away in his hand.

This also is a grievous evil, that in all points as he came, so shall he go. And what profit does he have who labors for the wind?

If a man fathers a hundred children, and lives many years, so that the days of his years are many, but his soul is not filled with good, and moreover he has no burial; I say, that a stillborn child is better than he:

for it comes in vanity, and departs in darkness, and its name is covered with darkness.

Moreover it has not seen the sun nor known it. This has rest rather than the other.

Yes, though he live a thousand years twice told, and yet fails to enjoy good, don’t all go to one place?

For who knows what is good for man in life, all the days of his vain life which he spends like a shadow? For who can tell a man what will be after him under the sun?

A good name is better than fine perfume; and the day of death better than the day of one’s birth.

It is better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of feasting: for that is the end of all men, and the living should take this to heart.

The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning; but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth.

All this I have seen in my days of vanity: there is a righteous man who perishes in his righteousness, and there is a wicked man who lives long in his evildoing.

Don’t be too wicked, neither be foolish. Why should you die before your time?

There is no man who has power over the spirit to contain the spirit; neither does he have power over the day of death. There is no discharge in war; neither shall wickedness deliver those who practice it.

So I saw the wicked buried. Indeed they came also from holiness. They went and were forgotten in the city where they did this. This also is vanity.

For all this I laid to my heart, even to explore all this: that the righteous, and the wise, and their works, are in the hand of God; whether it is love or hatred, man doesn’t know it; all is before them.