Psalms 30:3
O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
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5 The waters compassed me about, even to the soul: the depth closed me round about, the weeds were wrapped about my head.
6 I went down to the bottoms of the mountains; the earth with her bars was about me for ever: yet hast thou brought up my life from corruption, O LORD my God.
7 When my soul fainted within me I remembered the LORD: and my prayer came in unto thee, into thine holy temple.
20 Thou, which hast shewed me great and sore troubles, shalt quicken me again, and shalt bring me up again from the depths of the earth.
1 I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.
2 O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
8 For thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling.
30 To bring back his soul from the pit, to be enlightened with the light of the living.
13 For great is thy mercy toward me: and thou hast delivered my soul from the lowest hell.
10 For thou wilt not leave my soul in hell; neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption.
15 But God will redeem my soul from the power of the grave: for he shall receive me. Selah.
16 O Lord, by these things men live, and in all these things is the life of my spirit: so wilt thou recover me, and make me to live.
17 Behold, for peace I had great bitterness: but thou hast in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption: for thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.
18 For the grave cannot praise thee, death can not celebrate thee: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.
27 Because thou wilt not leave my soul in hell, neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption.
2 He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.
5 Free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand.
6 Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps.
13 Have mercy upon me, O LORD; consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate me, thou that liftest me up from the gates of death:
7 Hear me speedily, O LORD: my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.
17 I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the LORD.
18 The LORD hath chastened me sore: but he hath not given me over unto death.
3 The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
4 Then called I upon the name of the LORD; O LORD, I beseech thee, deliver my soul.
8 I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication.
9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
10 Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.
11 Quicken me, O LORD, for thy name's sake: for thy righteousness' sake bring my soul out of trouble.
3 For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
58 O Lord, thou hast pleaded the causes of my soul; thou hast redeemed my life.
13 For thou hast delivered my soul from death: wilt not thou deliver my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living?
6 The LORD killeth, and maketh alive: he bringeth down to the grave, and bringeth up.
1 Unto thee will I cry, O LORD my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit.
4 Return, O LORD, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies' sake.
5 For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks?
1 Out of the depths have I cried unto thee, O LORD.
3 For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
15 Let not the waterflood overflow me, neither let the deep swallow me up, and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me.
5 The sorrows of hell compassed me about: the snares of death prevented me.
55 I called upon thy name, O LORD, out of the low dungeon.
5 I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.
18 He keepeth back his soul from the pit, and his life from perishing by the sword.
1 Unto thee, O LORD, do I lift up my soul.
6 The sorrows of hell compassed me about; the snares of death prevented me;
13 O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
28 He will deliver his soul from going into the pit, and his life shall see the light.
25 DALETH. My soul cleaveth unto the dust: quicken thou me according to thy word.
8 If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.
1 Praise ye the LORD. Praise the LORD, O my soul.
3 For thou hadst cast me into the deep, in the midst of the seas; and the floods compassed me about: all thy billows and thy waves passed over me.