Isaiah 38:18
For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth.
For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth.
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19The living, the living, he doth confess Thee.
5For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?
17The dead praise not Jah, Nor any going down to silence.
18And we, we bless Jah, From henceforth, and unto the age. Praise ye Jah!
9`What gain `is' in my blood? In my going down unto corruption? Doth dust thank Thee? doth it declare Thy truth?
3Jehovah, Thou hast brought up from Sheol my soul, Thou hast kept me alive, From going down `to' the pit.
10To the dead dost Thou do wonders? Do Rephaim rise? do they thank Thee? Selah.
11Is Thy kindness recounted in the grave? Thy faithfulness in destruction?
3For my soul hath been full of evils, And my life hath come to Sheol.
4I have been reckoned with those going down `to' the pit, I have been as a man without strength.
5Among the dead -- free, As pierced ones lying in the grave, Whom Thou hast not remembered any more, Yea, they by Thy hand have been cut off.
6Thou hast put me in the lowest pit, In dark places, in depths.
17Lo, to peace He changed for me bitterness, And Thou hast delighted in my soul without corruption, For Thou hast cast behind Thy back all my sins.
18All kings of nations -- all of them, Have lain down in honour, each in his house,
19And -- thou hast been cast out of thy grave, As an abominable branch, raiment of the slain, Thrust through ones of the sword, Going down unto the sons of the pit, As a carcase trodden down.
20Thou art not united with them in burial, For thy land thou hast destroyed, Thy people thou hast slain, Not named to the age is the seed of evil doers.
16`To' the parts of Sheol ye go down, If together on the dust we may rest.
10For Thou dost not leave my soul to Sheol, Nor givest thy saintly one to see corruption.
6To the cuttings of mountains I have come down, The earth, her bars `are' behind me to the age. And Thou bringest up from the pit my life, O Jehovah my God.
21Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.
22Who are glad -- unto joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.
48Who `is' the man that liveth, and doth not see death? He delivereth his soul from the hand of Sheol. Selah.
20And I have caused thee to go down, With those going down to the pit, Unto the people of old, And I have caused thee to dwell in the land, The lower parts -- in wastes of old, With those going down to the pit, So that thou art not inhabited, And I have given beauty in the land of the living.
15Only -- unto Sheol thou art brought down, Unto the sides of the pit.
9Sheol beneath hath been troubled at thee, To meet thy coming in, It is waking up for thee Rephaim, All chiefs ones of earth, It hath raised up from their thrones All kings of nations.
27because Thou wilt not leave my soul to hades, nor wilt Thou give Thy Kind One to see corruption;
8To destruction they bring thee down, Thou diest by the deaths of the wounded, in the heart of the seas.
24Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.
13O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
17O Jehovah, let me not be ashamed, For I have called Thee, let the wicked be ashamed, Let them become silent to Sheol.
17Revealed to thee were the gates of death? And the gates of death-shade dost thou see?
9And they who for desolation seek my soul, Go in to the lower parts of the earth.
2And I am praising the dead who have already died above the living who are yet alive.
32And he -- to the graves he is brought. And over the heap a watch is kept.
15Only, God doth ransom my soul from the hand of Sheol, For He doth receive me. Selah.
1By David. Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I call, My rock, be not silent to me! Lest Thou be silent to me, And I have been compared With those going down to the pit.
18And he hath not known that Rephaim `are' there, In deep places of Sheol her invited ones!
23Whose graves are appointed in the sides of the pit, And her assembly is round about her grave, All of them wounded, falling by sword, Because they gave terror in the land of the living.
20Because Thou hast showed me many and sad distresses, Thou turnest back -- Thou revivest me, And from the depths of the earth, Thou turnest back -- Thou bringest me up.
8If I ascend the heavens -- there Thou `art', And spread out a couch in Sheol, lo, Thee!
5For the living know that they die, and the dead know not anything, and there is no more to them a reward, for their remembrance hath been forgotten.
14From the hand of Sheol I do ransom them, From death I redeem them, Where `is' thy plague, O death? Where thy destruction, O Sheol? Repentance is hid from Mine eyes.
14Dead -- they live not, Rephaim, they rise not, Therefore Thou hast inspected and dost destroy them, Yea, thou destroyest all their memory.
13For Thy kindness `is' great toward me, And Thou hast delivered my soul from the lowest Sheol.
18Jah hath sorely chastened me, And to death hath not given me up.
17For at his death he receiveth nothing, His honour goeth not down after him.
9Consumed hath been a cloud, and it goeth, So he who is going down to Sheol cometh not up.
5Cords of Sheol have surrounded me, Before me have been snares of death.
14Therefore hath Sheol enlarged herself, And hath opened her mouth without limit. And gone down hath its honour, and its multitude, And its noise, and its exulting one -- into her.
3For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.