Death

1“Man, who is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble.

2He grows up like a flower, and is cut down. He also flees like a shadow, and doesn’t continue.

10But man dies, and is laid low. Yes, man gives up the spirit, and where is he?

11As the waters fail from the sea, and the river wastes and dries up,

12so 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!

14If a man dies, shall he live again? All the days of my warfare would I wait, until my release should come.

25But as for me, I know that my Redeemer lives. In the end, he will stand upon the earth.

26After my skin is destroyed, then in my flesh shall I see God,

27Whom I, even I, shall see on my side. My eyes shall see, and not as a stranger. “My heart is consumed within me.

6For Yahweh knows the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked shall perish.

3Behold, and answer me, Yahweh, my God. Give light to my eyes, lest I sleep in death;

15As for me, I shall see your face in righteousness. I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with seeing your form.

1To you, Yahweh, I call. My rock, don’t be deaf to me; lest, if you are silent to me, I would become like those who go down into the pit.

3Don’t draw me away with the wicked, with the workers of iniquity who speak peace with their neighbors, but mischief is in their hearts.

4Give them according to their work, and according to the wickedness of their doings. Give them according to the operation of their hands. Bring back on them what they deserve.

5Because they don’t respect the works of Yahweh, nor the operation of his hands, he will break them down and not build them up.

9“What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?

10Hear, Yahweh, and have mercy on me. Yahweh, be my helper.”

11You have turned my mourning into dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed me with gladness,

12To the end that my heart may sing praise to you, and not be silent. Yahweh my God, I will give thanks to you forever!

16Better is a little that the righteous has, than the abundance of many wicked.

28For Yahweh loves justice, and doesn’t forsake his saints. They are preserved forever, but the children of the wicked shall be cut off.

29The righteous shall inherit the land, and live in it forever.

20God is to us a God of deliverance. To Yahweh, the Lord, belongs escape from death.