2714 verses about Death

He lies down rich, but he shall not do so again. He opens his eyes, and he is not.

Man doesn’t know its price; Neither is it found in the land of the living.

Destruction and Death say, ‘We have heard a rumor of it with our ears.’

Then I said, ‘I shall die in my own house, I shall count my days as the sand.

Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?

For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.

He keeps back his soul from the pit, and his life from perishing by the sword.

Yes, his soul draws near to the pit, and his life to the destroyers.

to bring back his soul from the pit, that he may be enlightened with the light of the living.

If he set his heart on himself, If he gathered to himself his spirit and his breath,

all flesh would perish together, and man would turn again to dust.

In a moment they die, even at midnight. The people are shaken and pass away. The mighty are taken away without a hand.

Therefore he takes knowledge of their works. He overturns them in the night, so that they are destroyed.

But if they don’t listen, they shall perish by the sword; they shall die without knowledge.

They die in youth. Their life perishes among the unclean.

Don’t desire the night, when people are cut off in their place.

Have the gates of death been revealed to you? Or have you seen the gates of the shadow of death?

His young ones also suck up blood. Where the slain are, there he is.”

Hide them in the dust together. Bind their faces in the hidden place.

So Job died, being old and full of days.

For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?

He has also prepared for himself the instruments of death. He makes ready his flaming arrows.

Have mercy on me, Yahweh. See my affliction by those who hate me, and lift me up from the gates of death;

Behold, and answer me, Yahweh, my God. Give light to my eyes, lest I sleep in death;

For you will not leave my soul in Sheol, neither will you allow your holy one to see corruption.

The cords of death surrounded me. The floods of ungodliness made me afraid.

The cords of Sheol were around me. The snares of death came on me.

You will destroy their descendants from the earth, their posterity from among the children of men.

I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted within me.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.

For dogs have surrounded me. A company of evildoers have enclosed me. They have pierced my hands and feet.

All the rich ones of the earth shall eat and worship. All those who go down to the dust shall bow before him, even he who can’t keep his soul alive.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me. Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

Don’t gather my soul with sinners, nor my life with bloodthirsty men;

Yahweh, you have brought up my soul from Sheol. You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

“What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?

Into your hand I commend my spirit. You redeem me, Yahweh, God of truth.

I am forgotten from their hearts like a dead man. I am like broken pottery.

Let me not be disappointed, Yahweh, for I have called on you. Let the wicked be disappointed. Let them be silent in Sheol.

to deliver their soul from death, to keep them alive in famine.

For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither like the green herb.

But the wicked shall perish. The enemies of Yahweh shall be like the beauty of the fields. They will vanish— vanish like smoke.

But he passed away, and behold, he was not. Yes, I sought him, but he could not be found.

As for transgressors, they shall be destroyed together. The future of the wicked shall be cut off.

“Yahweh, show me my end, what is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.

Behold, you have made my days hand widths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath.” Selah.

“Surely every man walks like a shadow. Surely they busy themselves in vain. He heaps up, and doesn’t know who shall gather.

When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, You consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath.” Selah.

Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away, and exist no more.”

My enemies speak evil against me: “When will he die, and his name perish?”

Though you have crushed us in the haunt of jackals, and covered us with the shadow of death.

Yes, for your sake we are killed all day long. We are regarded as sheep for the slaughter.

For this God is our God forever and ever. He will be our guide even to death.

none of them can by any means redeem his brother, nor give God a ransom for him.

For the redemption of their life is costly, no payment is ever enough,

that he should live on forever, that he should not see corruption.

For he sees that wise men die; likewise the fool and the senseless perish, and leave their wealth to others.

Their inward thought is that their houses will endure forever, and their dwelling places to all generations. They name their lands after themselves.

But man, despite his riches, doesn’t endure. He is like the animals that perish.

They are appointed as a flock for Sheol. Death shall be their shepherd. The upright shall have dominion over them in the morning. Their beauty shall decay in Sheol, far from their mansion.

But God will redeem my soul from the power of Sheol, for he will receive me. Selah.

for when he dies he will carry nothing away. His glory won’t descend after him.

he shall go to the generation of his fathers. They shall never see the light.

A man who has riches without understanding, is like the animals that perish.

God will likewise destroy you forever. He will take you up, and pluck you out of your tent, and root you out of the land of the living. Selah.

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.