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Among the dead no one proclaims your name. Who praises you from the grave?
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He has prepared his deadly weapons; he makes ready his flaming arrows.
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The wicked go down to the realm of the dead, all the nations that forget God.
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because you will not abandon me to the realm of the dead, nor will you let your faithful one see decay.
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You, Lord, brought me up from the realm of the dead; you spared me from going down to the pit.
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I am forgotten as though I were dead; I have become like broken pottery.
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Let me not be put to shame, Lord, for I have cried out to you; but let the wicked be put to shame and be silent in the realm of the dead.
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But God will redeem me from the realm of the dead; he will surely take me to himself.
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Let death take my enemies by surprise; let them go down alive to the realm of the dead, for evil finds lodging among them.
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They sharpen their tongues like swords and aim cruel words like deadly arrows.
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They have left the dead bodies of your servants as food for the birds of the sky, the flesh of your own people for the animals of the wild.
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They have poured out blood like water all around Jerusalem, and there is no one to bury the dead.
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For great is your love toward me; you have delivered me from the depths, from the realm of the dead.
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I am set apart with the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more, who are cut off from your care.
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Do you show your wonders to the dead? Do their spirits rise up and praise you?
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Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence.
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He will judge the nations, heaping up the dead and crushing the rulers of the whole earth.
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It is not the dead who praise the Lord, those who go down to the place of silence;
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The enemy pursues me, he crushes me to the ground; he makes me dwell in the darkness like those long dead.
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to the One who gives victory to kings, who delivers his servant David. From the deadly sword
