Psalms 6:5
For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?
For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?
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18 For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth.
19 The living, the living, he doth confess Thee.
17 The dead praise not Jah, Nor any going down to silence.
5 Among 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.
6 Thou hast put me in the lowest pit, In dark places, in depths.
5 For 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.
10 To the dead dost Thou do wonders? Do Rephaim rise? do they thank Thee? Selah.
11 Is Thy kindness recounted in the grave? Thy faithfulness in destruction?
12 Are Thy wonders known in the darkness? And Thy righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
9 `What gain `is' in my blood? In my going down unto corruption? Doth dust thank Thee? doth it declare Thy truth?
47 Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?
48 Who `is' the man that liveth, and doth not see death? He delivereth his soul from the hand of Sheol. Selah.
49 Where `are' Thy former kindnesses, O Lord. Thou hast sworn to David in Thy faithfulness,
12 And man hath lain down, and riseth not, Till the wearing out of the heavens they awake not, Nor are roused from their sleep.
13 O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
4 Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness' sake.
6 I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
14 Dead -- they live not, Rephaim, they rise not, Therefore Thou hast inspected and dost destroy them, Yea, thou destroyest all their memory.
3 Jehovah, Thou hast brought up from Sheol my soul, Thou hast kept me alive, From going down `to' the pit.
9 Consumed hath been a cloud, and it goeth, So he who is going down to Sheol cometh not up.
10 He turneth not again to his house, Nor doth his place discern him again.
15 Only, God doth ransom my soul from the hand of Sheol, For He doth receive me. Selah.
32 And he -- to the graves he is brought. And over the heap a watch is kept.
10 For Thou dost not leave my soul to Sheol, Nor givest thy saintly one to see corruption.
2 And I am praising the dead who have already died above the living who are yet alive.
23 For I have known To death Thou dost bring me back, And `to' the house appointed for all living.
24 Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.
21 Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.
22 Who are glad -- unto joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.
10 And a man dieth, and becometh weak, And man expireth, and where `is' he?
21 Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me -- and I am not!
13 If I wait -- Sheol `is' my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.
1 My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
8 If I ascend the heavens -- there Thou `art', And spread out a couch in Sheol, lo, Thee!
3 Compassed me have cords of death, And straits of Sheol have found me, Distress and sorrow I find.
3 For 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.
5 The Rephaim are formed, Beneath the waters, also their inhabitants.
4 His spirit goeth forth, he returneth to his earth, In that day have his thoughts perished.
6 Jehovah putteth to death, and keepeth alive, He bringeth down to Sheol, and bringeth up.
17 O Jehovah, let me not be ashamed, For I have called Thee, let the wicked be ashamed, Let them become silent to Sheol.
16 `To' the parts of Sheol ye go down, If together on the dust we may rest.
17 For at his death he receiveth nothing, His honour goeth not down after him.
27 because Thou wilt not leave my soul to hades, nor wilt Thou give Thy Kind One to see corruption;
14 From 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.
6 If I have remembered Thee on my couch, In the watches -- I meditate on Thee.
10 `I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years.
20 Because 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.
13 Favour me, O Jehovah, See mine affliction by those hating me, Thou who liftest me up from the gates of death,
6 The cords of Sheol have surrounded me, Before me have been the snares of death.