2714 verses about Death

Better than this is childishness with virtue; For in the memory of virtue is immortality: Because it is recognized both before God and before men.

For even if these put forth boughs and flourish for a season, q1 Yet, standing unsure, they will be shaken by the wind, And by the violence of winds they will be rooted out.

Their branches will be broken off before they come to maturity, and their fruit will be useless, Never ripe to eat, and fit for nothing.

But a righteous man, though he die before his time, will be at rest.

(For honorable old age is not that which stands in length of time, Nor is its measure given by number of years:

Being made perfect in a little while, he fulfilled long years;

For his soul was pleasing to the Lord: Therefore hurried he out of the midst of wickedness.

But a righteous man that is dead will condemn the ungodly that are living, And youth that is quickly perfected the many years of an unrighteous man’s old age;

For the ungodly will see a wise man’s end, And will not understand what the Lord purposed concerning him, And for what he safely kept him:—

They will see, and they will despise; But them the Lord will laugh to scorn. And after this they will become a dishonored carcase, And a reproach among the dead forever:

Those things all passed away as a shadow, And as a message that runs by:

As a ship passing through the billowy water, Whereof, when it is gone by, there is no trace to be found, Neither pathway of its keel in the billows:

Or as when a bird flieth through the air, No token of her passage is found, But the light wind, lashed with the stroke of her pinions, And tore asunder with the violent rush of the moving wings, is passed through, And afterwards no sign of her coming is found therein:

Or as when an arrow is shot at a mark, The air disparted closeth up again immediately, So that men know not where it passed through:

So we also, as soon as we were born, ceased to be; And of virtue we had no sign to show, But in our wickedness we were utterly consumed.

Because the hope of the ungodly man is as chaff carried by the wind, And as foam vanishing before a tempest; And is scattered as smoke is scattered by the wind, And passes by as the remembrance of a guest that waits but a day.

I myself also am mortal, like to all, And am sprung from one born of the earth, the man first formed,

But all men have one entrance into life, and a like departure.

For a corruptible body weighs down the soul, And the earthy frame lies heavy on a mind that is full of cares.

But when an unrighteous man fell away from her in his anger, He perished himself in the rage wherewith he killed his brother.

For if on those who were enemies of your servants and due to death You did take vengeance with so great heedfulness and indulgence, Giving them times and place whereby they might escape from their wickedness;

But miserable were they, and in dead things were their hopes, Who called them gods which are works of men’s hands, Gold and silver, wrought with careful are, and likenesses of animals, Or a useless stone, the work of an ancient hand.

Yes for health he calls upon that which is weak, And for life he implores that which is dead, And for aid he supplicateth that which has least experience. And for a good journey that which can’t so much as move a step,

For in the old time also, when proud giants were perishing, The hope of the world, taking refuge on a raft, Left to the race of men a seed of generations to come, Your hand guiding the helm.

For by the vaingloriousness of men they entered into the world, And therefore was a speedy end devised for them.

For a father worn with untimely grief, Making an image of the child quickly taken away, Now honored him as a god which was then a dead man, And delivered to those that were under him mysteries and solemn rites.

No longer do they guard either life or purity of marriage, But one brings upon another either death by treachery, or anguish by adulterate offspring.

And also, laboring to an evil end, he mouldeth a vain god out of the same clay, He who, having but a little before been made of earth, After a short space goes his way to the earth out of which he was taken, When he is required to render back the soul which was lent him.

His heart is ashes, And his hope of less value than earth, And his life of less honor than clay:

But, being mortal, he makes a dead thing by the work of lawless hands; For he is better than the objects of his worship, Forasmuch as he indeed had life, but they never.

For even when terrible raging of wild beasts came upon your people, And they were perishing by the bites of crooked serpents, Your wrath continued not to the uttermost;

For you have authority over life and death, And you lead down to the gates of Hades, and lead up again.

But though a man may kill by his wickedness, Yet the spirit that is gone forth he turns not again, Neither gives release to the soul that Hades has received.

For that which was not marred by fire, When it was simply warmed by a faint sunbeam melted away;

For while they thought that they were unseen in their secret sins, They were sundered one from another by a dark curtain of forgetfulness, Stricken with terrible awe, and sore troubled by spectral forms.

they perished for very trembling, Refusing even to look on the air, which could on no side be escaped.

But they, all through the night which was powerless indeed, And which came upon them out of the recesses of powerless Hades, All sleeping the same sleep,

So then every man, whoever it might be, sinking down in his place, Was kept in ward shut up in that prison which was barred not with iron:

For whether he were a husbandman, or a shepherd, Or a labourer whose toils were in the wilderness, He was overtaken, and endured that inevitable necessity, For with one chain of darkness were they all bound.

While over them alone was spread a heavy night, An image of the darkness that should afterward receive them; But yet heavier than darkness were they to themselves.

Yes, all the people together, under one form of death, Had with them corpses without number; For the living were not sufficient even to bury them, Since at a single stroke their nobler offspring was consumed.

For while they were disbelieving all things by reason of the enchantments, Upon the destruction of the firstborn they confessed the people to be God’s son.

For while peaceful silence enwrapped all things, And night in her own swiftness was in mid course,

Bearing as a sharp sword your unfeigned commandment; And standing it filled all things with death; And while it touched the heaven it trode upon the earth.

And each, one thrown here half dead, another there, Made manifest wherefore he was dying:

For the dreams, perturbing them, did foreshew this, That they might not perish without knowing why they were afflicted.

But it befell the righteous also to make trial of death, And a multitude were stricken in the wilderness: Howbeit the wrath endured not for long.

For when the dead were already fallen in heaps one upon another, Standing between he stopped the advancing wrath, And cut off the way to the living.

But upon the ungodly there came to the end indignation without mercy; For their future also God foreknew,

For while they were yet in the midst of their mourning, And making lamentation at the graves of the dead, They drew upon themselves another counsel of folly, And pursued as fugitives those whom with intreaties they had cast out.

For the doom which they deserved was drawing them to this end, And it made them forget the things that had befallen them, That they might fill up the punishment which was yet lacking to their torments,

And that your people might journey on by a marvelous road, But they themselves might find a strange death.

Whoso fears the Lord, it will go well with him at the last, And in the day of his death he will be blessed.

A stubborn heart will fare ill at the last; And he that loves danger will perish therein.

Strive for the truth to death, and the Lord God will fight for you.

Make no tarrying to turn to the Lord; And put not off from day to day: For suddenly will the wrath of the Lord come forth; And you will perish in the time of vengeance.

A gift has grace in the sight of every man living; And for a dead man keep not back grace.

In all your matters remember your last end, And you will never do amiss.

Rejoice not over one that is dead: Remember that we die all.

Keep you far from the man that has power to kill, And you will have no suspicion of the fear of death: And if you come to him, commit no fault, Lest he take away your life: Know surely that you go about in the midst of snares, And walk upon the battlements of a city.

Why is earth and ashes proud? Because in his life he has cast away his bowels.

It is a long disease; the physician mocketh: And he is a king today, and tomorrow he will die.

For when a man is dead, He will inherit creeping things, and beasts, and worms.

He took some of them away, and destroyed them, And made their memorial to cease from the earth.

Good things and evil, life and death, Poverty and riches, are from the Lord.

When he says, I have found rest, And now will I eat of my goods; Yet he knows not what time will pass, And he will leave them to others, and die.

For it is an easy thing in the sight of the Lord To reward a man in the day of death according to his ways.

The affliction of an hour causes forgetfulness of delight; And in the last end of a man is the revelation of his deeds.

Call no man blessed before his death; And a man will be known in his children.

Remember that death will not wait, And that the covenant of the grave is not showed to you.

Do well to your friend before you die; And according to your ability stretch out your hand and give to him.

Give, and take, and decieve your soul; For there is no seeking of luxury in the grave.

All flesh waxes old as a garment; For the covenant from the beginning is, You shall die the death.

As of the leaves flourishing on a thick tree, Some it sheds, and some it makes to grow; So also of the generations of flesh and blood, One comes to an end, and another is born.

Every work rots and falls away, And the worker thereof shall depart with it.

Before man is life and death; And whichever he likes, it shall be given him.

Trust not you in their life, Neither rely on their condition: For one is better than a thousand; And to die childless than to have ungodly children.

He pitied not the people of perdition, Who were taken away in their sins.

All manner of living things covered the face thereof; And into it is their return.

The Lord created man of the earth, And turned him back to it again.

He gave them days by number, and a set time, And gave them authority over the things that are thereon.

Who will give praise to the Most High in the grave, Instead of them which live and return thanks?

Thanksgiving perishes from the dead, as from one that is not: He that is in life and health will praise the Lord.

For all things can’t be in men, Because the son of man is not immortal.

He looks upon the power of the height of heaven: And all men are earth and ashes.

The number of man’s days at the most are a hundred years.

Let nothing hinder you to pay your vow in due time; And wait not until death to be justified.

Moths and worms will have him to heritage; And a reckless soul will be taken away.

Flee from sin as from the face of a serpent; For if you draw near it will bite you: The teeth thereof are the teeth of a lion, Slaying the souls of men.

Weep for the dead, for light has failed him; And weep for a fool, for understanding has failed him: Weep more sweetly for the dead, because he has found rest; But the life of the fool is worse than death.

Seven days are the days of mourning for the dead; But for a fool and an ungodly man, all the days of his life.

There is a manner of speech that is clothed about with death: Let it not be found in the heritage of Jacob; For all these things will be far from the godly, And they will not wallow in sins.

All bread is sweet to a fornicator: He will not leave off till he die.

From a woman was the beginning of sin; And because of her we all die.

Of three things my heart was afraid; And concerning the fourth kind I made supplication: The slander of a city, and the assembly of a multitude, and a false accusation: All these are more grievous than death.

Remember your last end, and cease from enmity: Remember corruption and death, and abide in the commandments.

The death thereof is an evil death; And Hades were better than it.

His father dieth, and is as though he had not died; For he has left one behind him like himself.

In his life, he saw and rejoiced in him; And when he died, he sorrowed not:

Death is better than a bitter life, And eternal rest than a continual sickness.