Psalms 88:5
set apart among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.
set apart among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.
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3 For my soul is full of troubles. My life draws near to Sheol.
4 I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,
6 You have laid me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths.
19 But you are cast away from your tomb like an abominable branch, clothed with the slain, who are thrust through with the sword, who go down to the stones of the pit; like a dead body trodden under foot.
20 You will not join them in burial, because you have destroyed your land. You have killed your people. The seed of evildoers will not be named forever.
5 For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?
6 He has made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
14 The dead shall not live. The deceased shall not rise. Therefore have you visited and destroyed them, and caused all memory of them to perish.
3 For the enemy pursues my soul. He has struck my life down to the ground. He has made me live in dark places, as those who have been long dead.
18 For Sheol can't praise you. Death can't celebrate you. Those who go down into the pit can't hope for your truth.
10 Do you show wonders to the dead? Do the dead rise up and praise you? Selah.
11 Is your loving kindness declared in the grave? Or your faithfulness in Destruction?
12 Are your wonders made known in the dark? Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
12 I am forgotten from their hearts like a dead man. I am like broken pottery.
8 You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can't escape.
3 Yahweh, you have brought up my soul from Sheol. You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
12 so man lies down and doesn't rise. Until the heavens are no more, they shall not awake, nor be roused out of their sleep.
13 "Oh that you would hide me in Sheol, that you would keep me secret, until your wrath is past, that you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
10 I said, "In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years."
5 For the living know that they will die, but the dead don't know anything, neither do they have any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten.
53 They have cut off my life in the dungeon, and have cast a stone on me.
54 Waters flowed over my head; I said, I am cut off.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.
14 Yahweh, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?
15 I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
16 Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.
5 The cords of Sheol were around me. The snares of death came on me.
5 The waters surrounded me, even to the soul. The deep was around me. The weeds were wrapped around my head.
6 I went down to the bottoms of the mountains. The earth barred me in forever: yet have you brought up my life from the pit, Yahweh my God.
8 They shall bring you down to the pit; and you shall die the death of those who are slain, in the heart of the seas.
7 "As when one plows and breaks up the earth, our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol."
17 They also went down into Sheol with him to those who are slain by the sword; yes, those who were his arm, [that] lived under his shadow in the midst of the nations.
20 then will I bring you down with those who descend into the pit, to the people of old time, and will make you to dwell in the lower parts of the earth, in the places that are desolate of old, with those who go down to the pit, that you be not inhabited; and I will set glory in the land of the living:
21 The strong among the mighty shall speak to him out of the midst of Sheol with those who help him: they are gone down, they lie still, even the uncircumcised, slain by the sword.
5 "Those who are deceased tremble, those beneath the waters and all that live in them.
23 whose graves are set in the uttermost parts of the pit, and her company is around her grave; all of them slain, fallen by the sword, who caused terror in the land of the living.
16 Shall it go down with me to the gates of Sheol, or descend together into the dust?"
17 The dead don't praise Yah, neither any who go down into silence;
48 What man is he who shall live and not see death, who shall deliver his soul from the power of Sheol? Selah.
14 The captive exile shall speedily be freed; and he shall not die [and go down] into the pit, neither shall his bread fail.
9 Sheol from beneath has moved for you to meet you at your coming. It stirs up the dead for you, even all the rulers of the earth. It has raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations.
10 They all will answer and ask you, "Have you also become as weak as we are? Have you become like us?"
6 The cords of Sheol were around me. The snares of death caught me.
19 But I was like a gentle lamb that is led to the slaughter; and I didn't know that they had devised devices against me, [saying], Let us destroy the tree with its fruit, and let us cut him off from the land of the living, that his name may be no more remembered.
15 Yet you shall be brought down to Sheol, to the depths of the pit.
14 They are appointed as a flock for Sheol. Death shall be their shepherd. The upright shall have dominion over them in the morning. Their beauty shall decay in Sheol, far from their mansion.
9 As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol shall come up no more.
17 You have removed my soul far off from peace; I forgot prosperity.
9 But those who seek my soul, to destroy it, shall go into the lower parts of the earth.
12 My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life. He will cut me off from the loom. From day even to night you will make an end of me.