2714 verses about Death

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.

All things come alike to all. There is one event to the righteous and to the wicked; to the good, to the clean, to the unclean, to him who sacrifices, and to him who doesn’t sacrifice. As is the good, so is the sinner; he who takes an oath, as he who fears an oath.

This is an evil in all that is done under the sun, that there is one event to all: yes also, the heart of the sons of men is full of evil, and madness is in their heart while they live, and after that they go to the dead.

For to him who is joined with all the living there is hope; for a living dog is better than a dead lion.

For the living know that they will die, but the dead don’t know anything, neither do they have any more a reward; for their memory is forgotten.

Also their love, their hatred, and their envy has perished long ago; neither have they any more a portion forever in anything that is done under the sun.

Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with your might; for there is no work, nor plan, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in Sheol, where you are going.

For man also doesn’t know his time. As the fish that are taken in an evil net, and as the birds that are caught in the snare, even so are the sons of men snared in an evil time, when it falls suddenly on them.

Yes, if a man lives many years, let him rejoice in them all; but let him remember the days of darkness, for they shall be many. All that comes is vanity.

Before the sun, the light, the moon, and the stars are darkened, and the clouds return after the rain;

in the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those who look out of the windows are darkened,

and the doors shall be shut in the street; when the sound of the grinding is low, and one shall rise up at the voice of a bird, and all the daughters of music shall be brought low;

yes, they shall be afraid of heights, and terrors will be on the way; and the almond tree shall blossom, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail; because man goes to his everlasting home, and the mourners go about the streets:

before the silver cord is severed, or the golden bowl is broken, or the pitcher is broken at the spring, or the wheel broken at the cistern,

and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.

“Vanity of vanities,” says the Preacher. “All is vanity!”

Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of Yahweh.

Your men shall fall by the sword, and your mighty in the war.

Therefore Sheol has enlarged its desire, and opened its mouth without measure; and their glory, their multitude, their pomp, and he who rejoices among them, descend into it.

Therefore Yahweh’s anger burns against his people, and he has stretched out his hand against them, and has struck them. The mountains tremble, and their dead bodies are as refuse in the middle of the streets. For all this, his anger is not turned away, but his hand is still stretched out.

The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light. Those who lived in the land of the shadow of death, on them the light has shined.

Everyone who is found will be thrust through. Everyone who is captured will fall by the sword.

Sheol from beneath has moved for you to meet you at your coming. It stirs up the departed spirits for you, even all the rulers of the earth. It has raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations.

They all will answer and ask you, “Have you also become as weak as we are? Have you become like us?”

Your pomp is brought down to Sheol, with the sound of your stringed instruments. Maggots are spread out under you, and worms cover you.

Yet you shall be brought down to Sheol, to the depths of the pit.

All the kings of the nations, sleep in glory, everyone in his own house.

But you are cast away from your tomb like an abominable branch, clothed with the slain, who are thrust through with the sword, who go down to the stones of the pit; like a dead body trodden under foot.

You will not join them in burial, because you have destroyed your land. You have killed your people. The offspring of evildoers will not be named forever.