Hosea 13:14
had not I defended him from the graue, and delyuered him from death. O death, I wil be thy death: o hell, I wil be thy stynge.
had not I defended him from the graue, and delyuered him from death. O death, I wil be thy death: o hell, I wil be thy stynge.
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14 Sela. They lye in the hell like shepe, death shal gnawe vpon them, & the rightuous shal haue dominacion of them in the mornynge by tymes: their stregth shal consume, & hell shalbe their dwellinge.
15 But God shal deliuer my soule from the power of hell, when he receaueth me.
13 O that thou woldest kepe me, and hyde me in the hell, vntill thy wrath were stilled: & to appoynte me a tyme, wherin thou mightest remembre me.
14 Maye a deed man lyue agayne? All the dayes of this my pilgremage am I lokynge, when my chaunginge shal come.
2 Though they were buryed in the hell, my honde shal fetch them from thence: though they clymme vp to heauen, yet shal I cast them downe:
13 Therfore shall sorowes come vpon him, as vpon a woman that traualeth. An vndiscrete sonne is he: for he considreth not, that he shulde not haue bene able to haue endured in the tyme of his byrth,
9 Hell also trembleth at thy commynge, All mightie men and prynces of the earth, steppe forth before the. All kynges of the earth stonde vp fro their seates,
6 The paynes of hell came aboute me, and the snares of death had ouertaken me.
18 Thus the appoyntmet that ye haue made wt death, shalbe done awaye, and the codicion that ye made with hell, shal not stode. When the greate destructio goeth thorow, it shal all to treade you, It shal take you quyte awaye before it.
13 Haue mercy vpo me (o LORDE) considre the trouble that I am in amoge myne enemies, thou that liftest me vp from ye gates of death.
3 The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,
5 Yet in my trouble I called vpo the LORDE, & coplayned vnto my God.
24 the the LORDE is mercifull vnto him, & sayeth: He shalbe delyuered, yt he fall not downe to destruccion, for I am sufficiently recociled.
3 Thou LORDE hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my life, where as they go downe to the pytte.
13 Wo be vnto them, for they haue forsake me. They must be destroyed, for they haue set me at naught. I am he that haue redemed them, and yet they dyssemble wt me.
28 Yee he hath delyuered my soule from destruccion, & my life, that it seyth ye light.
13 Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, and I must make my bed in the darcke.
19 O yt they (for the wickednesse which they haue done) were drawen to the hell, sooner the snowe melteth at the heate.
14 The malicious Tyrauntes whe they die, are nether in life nor in the resurrectio, for thou visitest the and rootest the out, and destroyest all the memoryall of them.
19 But as for thy dead men and ours, that be departed, they are in life and resurrection. They lie in the earth, they wake, & haue ioye: for yi dew is a dew of life & light. But ye place of the malicious Tyrauntes is falle awaye.
11 Maye thy louynge kyndnes be shewed in the graue, or thy faithfulnesse in destruccion?
12 Therfore prophecie thou, & speake vnto them. Thus saieth the LORDE God: Beholde, I wil open youre graues (o my people) & take you out of youre sepulcres, & bringe you in to the londe of Israel agayne.
13 So shall ye knowe yt I am the LORDE, when I open youre graues, & bringe you out of them.
15 Yet can I se no comforth, for when he is now the goodliest amonge the brethren, the east wynde (euen the wynde of the LORDE) shal come downe from the wildernesse, and drye vp his condytes, and drynke vp his welles: he shal spoyle the treasure of all pleasaunt vessels.
55 Death is swalowed vp in victory. Death, where is thy stynge? Hell, where is yi victory?
13 As for youre riches and treasure, I wil geue them out in to a pray, not for eny money, but because of all youre synnes, that ye haue done i all youre coastes.
19 and thou art cast out of thy graue like a wilde braunch: like as dead mens rayment that are shott thorow with the swerde: as they that go downe to the stones of the depe: as a dead coarse that is troden vnder fete:
20 and art not buried wt them? Euen because that thou hast waisted thy lode, and destroyed thy people. For the generacion of the wicked shalbe without honor, for euer.
10 I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares.
5 Thou hast layed me in the lowest pytte, in ye darcknesse and in the depe.
8 For it costeth more to redeme their soules, so that he must let that alone for euer.
21 And I will ryd the out of the hondes of the wicked, and delyuer the out of the honde of Tirauntes.
30 that he kepeth his soule from perishinge, & latteth him enioye the light of ye lyuinge.
24 Now vse not me to do violece vnto the, yt are destroyed allready: but where hurte is done, there vse thei to helpe.
20 In the myddest of honger he saueth ye from death: and when it is warre, from the power of the swearde.
11 The hell wt hir payne is knowne vnto the LORDE, how moch more then the hertes of men?
18 For hell prayseth not the, death doth not magnifie the. They that go downe into the graue, prayse not thy treuth:
5 For in death no man remebreth the: Oh who wil geue the thankes in the hell?
15 For ye coforte yor selues thus: Tush, death & we are at a poynte, & as for hell, we haue made a codicion with it: that though there breake out eny sore plage, it shal not come vpon vs. For with disceate wil we escape, and with nymblenes will we defende or selues.
8 As for death, he shal vtterly cosume it, The LORDE God shal wipe awaye the teares from all faces, and take awaye the confucio of his people thorow ye whole worlde. For ye LORDE himself hath sayde it.
18 The LORDE hath chastened & correcte me, but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
9 What profit is there in my bloude, yf I go downe to corrupcion?
19 That he maye delyuer their soules from death, and to fede them in the deare tyme.
14 It cometh on fast, it maketh haist to apeare: It shal not perish, yt it shulde not be able to destroye, nether shal it fayle for faute of norishinge.
16 All that I haue, shall go downe in to the pytt, & lye with me in the dust.
14 The yocke of my transgression is come at the last, with his honde hath he taken it vp, and put it aboute my neck. My strength is gone: the LORDE hath delyuered me in to those hondes, wherout I can not quyte myself.
48 O remembre how shorte my tyme is, hast thou made all men for naught?
22 His soule draweth on to destruccion, & his life to death.
14 He shal deliuer their soules from extorcion & wronge, & deare shal their bloude be in his sight.
10 Therfore dyd my hert reioyce, & my tunge was glad, my flesh also shall rest in hope.