Psalms 88:5
My soul is among the dead, like those in the underworld, to whom you give no more thought; for they are cut off from your care.
My soul is among the dead, like those in the underworld, to whom you give no more thought; for they are cut off from your care.
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3 For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld.
4 I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help:
6 You have put me in the lowest deep, even in dark places.
19 But you, like a birth before its time, are stretched out with no resting-place in the earth; clothed with the bodies of the dead who have been put to the sword, who go down to the lowest parts of the underworld; a dead body, crushed under foot.
20 As for your fathers, you will not be united with them in their resting-place, because you have been the cause of destruction to your land, and of death to your people; the seed of the evil-doer will have no place in the memory of man.
5 For in death there is no memory of you; in the underworld who will give you praise?
6 He has kept me in dark places, like those who have been long dead.
14 The dead will not come back to life: their spirits will not come back to earth; for this cause you have sent destruction on them, so that the memory of them is dead.
3 The evil man has gone after my soul; my life is crushed down to the earth: he has put me in the dark, like those who have long been dead.
18 For the underworld is not able to give you praise, death gives you no honour: for those who go down into the underworld there is no hope in your mercy.
10 Will you do works of wonder for the dead? will the shades come back to give you praise? (Selah.)
11 Will the story of your mercy be given in the house of the dead? will news of your faith come to the place of destruction?
12 May there be knowledge of your wonders in the dark? or of your righteousness where memory is dead?
12 I have gone from men's minds and memory like a dead man; I am like a broken vessel.
8 You have sent my friends far away from me; you have made me a disgusting thing in their eyes: I am shut up, and not able to come out.
3 O Lord, you have made my soul come again from the underworld: you have given me life and kept me from going down among the dead.
12 So man goes down to his last resting-place and comes not again: till the heavens come to an end, they will not be awake or come out of their sleep.
13 If only you would keep me safe in the underworld, putting me in a secret place till your wrath is past, giving me a fixed time when I might come to your memory again!
10 I said, In the quiet of my days I am going down into the underworld: the rest of my years are being taken away from me.
5 The living are conscious that death will come to them, but the dead are not conscious of anything, and they no longer have a reward, because there is no memory of them.
53 They have put an end to my life in the prison, stoning me with stones.
54 Waters were flowing over my head; I said, I am cut off.
15 My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.
14 Lord, why have you sent away my soul? why is your face covered from me?
15 I have been troubled and in fear of death from the time when I was young; your wrath is hard on me, and I have no strength.
16 The heat of your wrath has gone over me; I am broken by your cruel punishments.
5 The cords of hell were round me: the nets of death came on me.
5 And I said, I have been sent away from before your eyes; how may I ever again see your holy Temple?
6 The waters were circling round me, even to the neck; the deep was about me; the sea-grass was twisted round my head.
8 They will send you down to the underworld, and your death will be the death of those who are put to the sword in the heart of the seas.
7 Our bones are broken up at the mouth of the underworld, as the earth is broken by the plough.
17 And they will go down with him to the underworld, to those who have been put to the sword; even those who were his helpers, living under his shade among the nations
20 Then I will make you go down with those who go down into the underworld, to the people of the past, causing your living-place to be in the deepest parts of the earth, in places long unpeopled, with those who go down into the deep, so that there will be no one living in you; and you will have no glory in the land of the living.
21 The strong among the great ones will say to him from the underworld, Are you more beautiful than any? go down, you and your helpers, and take your rest among those without circumcision, and those who have been put to the sword.
5 The shades in the underworld are shaking; the waters and those living in them.
23 Whose resting-places are in the inmost parts of the underworld, who were a cause of fear in the land of the living.
16 Will they go down with me into the underworld? Will we go down together into the dust?
17 The dead do not give praise to the Lord; or those who go down to the underworld.
48 What man now living will not see death? will he be able to keep back his soul from the underworld? (Selah.)
14 The prisoner, bent under his chain, will quickly be made free, and will not go down into the underworld, and his bread will not come to an end.
9 The underworld is moved at your coming: the shades of the dead are awake before you, even the strong ones of the earth; all the kings of the world have got up from their seats.
10 They all make answer and say to you, Have you become feeble like us? have you been made even as we are?
6 The cords of hell were round me: the nets of death came on me.
19 But I was like a gentle lamb taken to be put to death; I had no thought that they were designing evil against me, saying, Come and let us make trouble his food, cutting him off from the land of the living, so that there may be no more memory of his name.
15 But you will come down to the underworld, even to its inmost parts.
14 Death will give them their food like sheep; the underworld is their fate and they will go down into it; their flesh is food for worms; their form is wasted away; the underworld is their resting-place for ever.
9 A cloud comes to an end and is gone; so he who goes down into the underworld comes not up again.
17 My soul is sent far away from peace, I have no more memory of good.
9 But those whose desire is my soul's destruction will go down to the lower parts of the earth.
12 My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.