Psalms 6:5
For in death no man remebreth the: Oh who wil geue the thankes in the hell?
For in death no man remebreth the: Oh who wil geue the thankes in the hell?
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18 For hell prayseth not the, death doth not magnifie the. They that go downe into the graue, prayse not thy treuth:
19 but the lyuynge, yee the lyuynge acknowlege the, like as I do this daye. The father telleth his children of thy faithfulnesse.
17 The deed prayse not the (o LORDE) nether all they that go downe in to sylence.
5 Thou hast layed me in the lowest pytte, in ye darcknesse and in the depe.
6 Thy indignacion lieth hard vpon me, and thou vexest me with all thy floudes.
5 for they that be lyuynge, knowe yt they shall dye: but they yt be deed, knowe nothinge, nether deserue they eny more. For their memoriall is forgotte,
10 Doest thou shewe wonders amonge the deed? Can the physicias rayse them vp agayne, that they maye prayse the?
11 Maye thy louynge kyndnes be shewed in the graue, or thy faithfulnesse in destruccion?
12 Maye thy wonderous workes be knowne in the darcke, or thy righteousnes in the londe where all thinges are forgotte?
9 What profit is there in my bloude, yf I go downe to corrupcion?
47 Sela. LORDE, how longe wilt thou hyde thy self? For euer? shal thy wrath burne like fyre?
48 O remembre how shorte my tyme is, hast thou made all men for naught?
49 What man is he that lyueth, and shal not se death? Maye a ma delyuer his owne soule from the honde of hell?
12 but when man slepeth, he ryseth not agayne, vntill the heauen perish: he shal not wake vp ner ryse out of his slepe.
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.
4 Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.
6 I am weery of gronynge: Euery night wasshe I my bedde, & water my couche with my teares.
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.
3 Thou LORDE hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my life, where as they go downe to the pytte.
9 as a cloude is cosumed and vanyshed awaye, euen so he that goeth downe to hell, commeth nomore vp,
10 ner turneth agayne in to his house, nether shall his place knowe him eny more.
15 But God shal deliuer my soule from the power of hell, when he receaueth me.
32 Yet shal he be brought to his graue, and watch amonge the heape of the deed.
10 Therfore dyd my hert reioyce, & my tunge was glad, my flesh also shall rest in hope.
2 Wherfore I iudged those that are deed, to be more happie then soch as be alyue:
23 Sure I am, yt thou wilt delyuer me vnto death: where as a lodgyng is prepared for all me
24 Now vse not me to do violece vnto the, yt are destroyed allready: but where hurte is done, there vse thei to helpe.
21 (Which longe for death, and it commeth not: for yf they might fynde their graue,
22 they wolde be maruelous glad, as those that dygge vp treasure)
10 But as for man, when he is deed, perished and consumed awaye, what becommeth of him?
21 Why doest thou not forgeue me my synne? Wherfore takest thou not awaye my wickednesse? Beholde, now must I slepe in the dust: and yff thou sekest me tomorow in the mornynge, I shalbe gone.
13 Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, and I must make my bed in the darcke.
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
8 Yf I take the wynges of the mornynge, & remayne in the vttemost parte of the see:
3 The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,
3 For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worlde.
5 The giauntes & worthies yt are slayne, & lye vnder ye worlde wt their copanions:
4 Blessed is he that hath ye God of Iacob for his helpe, and whose hope is in the LORDE his God.
6 The Lorde slayeth, and geueth life: he ledeth vnto hell, and bryngeth out agayne.
17 My tyme is in thy honde: delyuer me from the honde of myne enemies, & from them yt persecute me.
16 All that I haue, shall go downe in to the pytt, & lye with me in the dust.
17 For he shal cary nothinge awaye wt him when he dyeth, nether shal his pompe folowe him.
27 For thou shalt not leaue my soule in hell, nether shalt thou suffer yi Holy to se corrupcion.
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.
6 My soule is satisfied eue as it were with marry & fatnesse, when my mouth prayseth the with ioyfull lippes.
10 I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares.
20 Therfore wil I prayse the & thy faithfulnesse (o God) playege vpon the lute, vnto the wil I synge vpon the harpe. o thou holy one of Israel.
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.
6 The paynes of hell came aboute me, and the snares of death had ouertaken me.