For there is no mention of You in death; In Sheol, who will praise You?

Be gracious to me, Lord; See my oppression from those who hate me, You who lift me up from the gates of death,

Consider and answer me, O Lord my God; Enlighten my eyes, or I will sleep the sleep of death,

The Lord, the Psalmist’s Portion in Life and Salvation in Death.

A Mikhtam of David.

Protect me, God, for I take refuge in You.

The ropes of death encompassed me, And the torrents of destruction terrified me.

The ropes of Sheol surrounded me; The snares of death confronted me.

My strength is dried up like a piece of pottery, And my tongue clings to my jaws; And You lay me in the dust of death.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.

Thanksgiving for Rescue from Death.

A Psalm; a Song at the Dedication of the House. A Psalm of David.

I will exalt You, Lord, for You have lifted me up, And have not let my enemies rejoice over me.

To rescue their soul from death And to keep them alive in famine.

Evil will bring death to the wicked, And those who hate the righteous will suffer for their guilt.

For such is God, Our God forever and ever; He will lead us until death.

Like sheep they sink down to Sheol; Death will be their shepherd; And the upright will rule over them in the morning, And their form shall be for Sheol to consume So that they have no lofty home.

My heart is in anguish within me, And the terrors of death have fallen upon me.

May death come deceitfully upon them; May they go down alive to Sheol, For evil is in their dwelling, in their midst.

For You have saved my soul from death, Indeed my feet from stumbling, So that I may walk before God In the light of the living.

God is to us a God of salvation; And to God the Lord belong ways of escape from death.

For there are no pains in their death, And their belly is fat.

He leveled a path for His anger; He did not spare their souls from death, But turned their lives over to the plague,

A Petition to Be Saved from Death.

A Song. A Psalm of the sons of Korah. For the music director; according to Mahalath Leannoth. A Maskil of Heman the Ezrahite.

Lord, the God of my salvation, I have cried out by day and in the night before You.

What man can live and not see death? Can he save his soul from the power of Sheol? Selah

They band themselves together against the life of the righteous And condemn the innocent to death.

To hear the groaning of the prisoner, To set free those who were doomed to death,

There were those who lived in darkness and in the shadow of death, Prisoners in misery and chains,

He brought them out of darkness and the shadow of death And broke their bands apart.