Psalms 6:5
For in death no man remembreth thee: and in the graue who can acknowledge thee?
For in death no man remembreth thee: and in the graue who can acknowledge thee?
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18For hell prayseth not thee, death doth not magnifie thee: they that go downe into the graue prayse not thy trueth:
19But the lyuyng, yea the lyuyng knowledge thee, as I do this day: the father telleth his children of thy faythfulnesse.
17The dead prayse not thee O Lorde: neither all they that go downe into the place of scilence.
5I am free among the dead: like such as beyng kylled lye in a graue, whom thou remembrest no more, and are cut away from thy hande.
6Thou hast layde me in the lowest pit: in darknes and in deepenes.
5For they that be liuing knowe that they shall dye: but they that be dead knowe nothing, neither deserue they any more, for their memoriall is forgotten.
10Wylt thou worke a miracle amongst the dead? or shal the dead rise vp againe and acknowledge thee? Selah.
11Shall thy louing kindnes be talked of in the graue? or thy faythfulnes in destruction?
12Shall thy wonderous workes be knowen in the darke? and thy righteousnes in the lande of forgetfulnes?
9Saying what profite is there in my blood when I go downe to the pit? shal the dust geue thankes vnto thee? or shall it declare thy trueth?
47Remember what I am, howe short my tyme is of lyfe: wherfore hast thou created in vayne all the sonnes of men?
48What man is he that lyueth and shall not see death? can he delyuer his owne soule from the hande of hell? Selah.
49Lorde where are become thy former olde louyng kyndnesses: which thou dydst sweare vnto Dauid by thy fayth that thou wouldest perfourme.
12So man after he is asleepe ryseth not, he shall not wake tyll the heauens be no more, nor rise out of his sleepe.
13O that thou wouldest hide me in the graue, & keepe me secret vntyl thy wrath were past, and to appoynt me a time wherein thou mightest remember me.
4Turne thee O God, and deliuer my soule: Oh saue me for thy mercies sake.
6I am weerie of my groning: I washe my bed euery nyght, and I water my coutche with my teares.
14The dead wyll not liue, they that be out of life will not ryse agayne, therfore hast thou visited and rooted them out, and destroyed all the memorie of them.
3Thou God hast raysed vp my soule from the graue: thou hast preserued my life from them that go downe into ye pit.
9The cloude is consumed and vanished away: so he that goeth downe to the graue shall come no more vp,
10Nor turne againe into his house, neither shall his place knowe him any more.
15But God wyll delyuer my soule from the place of hell: for he wyll receaue me. Selah.
32Yet shall he be brought to his graue, and dwell among the heape of the dead.
10For thou wylt not leaue my soule in hell: neither wylt thou suffer thyne holy one to see corruption.
2Wherfore I iudged those that are dead, to be more happy then those that be alyue?
23Sure I am that thou wilt bryng me vnto death, euen to the lodging that is due vnto all men liuing.
24Notwithstanding, thou wilt not stretch out thyne hand against him that is in the graue: shal men crie out against him that is in destruction?
21Whiche long for death and finde it not, though they search more for it than for treasures:
22Which reioyce exceedingly, and be glad when they can finde the graue,
10But as for man, when he is dead, perished, and consumed away, what becommeth of him?
21Why doest thou not pardon my trespasses, and take away myne iniquitie? Behold, nowe must I sleepe in the dust, and if thou sekest me to morowe in the morning, I shal not be.
13Though I tary neuer so much, yet the graue is my house, & I haue made my bed in the darke.
1My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
8If I ascende vp into heauen, thou art there: if I lay me downe in hell, thou art there also.
3The snares of death compassed me rounde about: and the paynes of hell toke holde on me. I founde anguishe and heauinesse,
3For the enemie hath persecuted my soule, he hath smitten my lyfe downe to the grounde: he hath layde me in darknesse as men that haue ben long dead.
5Are not dead thinges shapen vnder the waters, and thinges by the waters side?
4Blessed is he vnto whom the God of Iacob is an ayde: his trust is in God his Lorde.
6The Lord kylleth and maketh alyue, bryngeth downe to the graue & fetcheth vp agayne.
17Let me not be confounded O God, for I haue called vpon thee: let the vngodlye be put to confusion, and be put to scilence in the graue.
16These shall go downe with me into the pit, and lye with me in the dust.
17For he shall cary nothyng away with hym when he dyeth: neither shall his pompe folowe after hym.
27Because thou wylt not leaue my soule in hell, neither wylt thou suffer thyne holy one to see corruption.
14I wyll redeeme them from the power of the graue, and deliuer them from death: O death, I wyll be thy death: O hell, I wyll be thy styng: yet can I see no comfort.
6Haue I not remembred thee in my bed: and thought vpon thee when I was waking?
10I thought I shoulde haue gone to the gates of hell when myne age was shortened, and haue wanted the residue of my yeres.
20Which hast made me to feele many great troubles and aduersities: yet returnyng thou hast reuyued me, yea returnyng thou hast caused me to come out from the bottome of the earth.
13Haue mercy on me O God: consider the trouble whiche I suffer of them that hate me, lift me vp from the gates of death.
6The sorowes of hell compassed me about, the snares of death ouertoke me.