Thematic Bible
Thematic Bible
death » Preparation for
and if on the Father ye do call, who without acceptance of persons is judging according to the work of each, in fear the time of your sojourn pass ye,
it behoveth me to be working the works of Him who sent me while it is day; night doth come, when no one is able to work: --
Cause me to know, O Jehovah, mine end, And the measure of my days -- what it is,' I know how frail I am.
In those days hath Hezekiah been sick unto death, and come unto him doth Isaiah son of Amoz the prophet, and saith unto him, 'Thus said Jehovah: Give a charge to thy house, for thou art dying, and dost not live.'
But to him who is joined unto all the living there is confidence, for to a living dog it is better than to the dead lion.
for both, if we may live, to the Lord we live; if also we may die, to the Lord we die; both then if we may live, also if we may die, we are the Lord's;
for to me to live is Christ, and to die gain.
for we have not here an abiding city, but the coming one we seek;
Look from me, and I brighten up before I go and am not!
To number our days aright let us know, And we bring the heart to wisdom.
All that thy hand findeth to do, with thy power do, for there is no work, and device, and knowledge, and wisdom in Sheol whither thou art going.
Sweet also is the light, And good for the eyes to see the sun. But, if man liveth many years, In all of them let him rejoice, And remember the days of darkness, For they are many! all that is coming is vanity.
For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth. The living, the living, he doth confess Thee.
'Let your loins be girded, and the lamps burning, and ye like to men waiting for their lord, when he shall return out of the wedding feasts, that he having come and knocked, immediately they may open to him. 'Happy those servants, whom the lord, having come, shall find watching; verily I say to you, that he will gird himself, and will cause them to recline (at meat), and having come near, will minister to them;
instead of your saying, 'If the Lord may will, we shall live, and do this or that;'
death » The Dead
And I heard a voice out of the heaven saying to me, 'Write: Happy are the dead who in the Lord are dying from this time!' 'Yes, (saith the Spirit,) That they may rest from their labours -- and their works do follow them!'
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What Heaven Will Be LikeLast ThingsLeisure, Nature And Purpose OfUniversality Of DeathHeaven, Redeemed CommunityPeace, Believers Experience OfRest, EternalRest, PhysicalSabbath, In OtSleep, And DeathWork, And RestAfflictions, Consolation DuringDeath Of The SaintsDeath Of The Saints, Results InCoping With DeathAssenting
for he who hath died hath been set free from the sin.
The dead praise not Jah, Nor any going down to silence.
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. Their love also, their hatred also, their envy also, hath already perished, and they have no more a portion to the age in all that hath been done under the sun.
For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth.
And this I say, brethren, that flesh and blood the reign of God is not able to inherit, nor doth the corruption inherit the incorruption; lo, I tell you a secret; we indeed shall not all sleep, and we all shall be changed; in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, in the last trumpet, for it shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we -- we shall be changed:
natural Death » When averted for a season, is a motive to increased devotedness
For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth.
I do not die, but live, And recount the works of Jah,
Like myself to-day -- a father to sons Doth make known of Thy faithfulness, O Jehovah -- to save me: And my songs we sing all days of our lives In the house of Jehovah.'
hezekiah » King of judah » His psalm of thanksgiving
A writing of Hezekiah king of Judah concerning his being sick, when he reviveth from his sickness: 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. I said, I do not see Jah -- Jah! In the land of the living, I do not behold man any more, With the inhabitants of the world. read more.
My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me. I have set Him till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me. As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression is on me, be my surety. -- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul. Lord, by these do men live, And by all in them is the life of my spirit, And Thou savest me, make me also to live, Lo, 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. For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth. The living, the living, he doth confess Thee. Like myself to-day -- a father to sons Doth make known of Thy faithfulness, O Jehovah -- to save me: And my songs we sing all days of our lives In the house of Jehovah.' And Isaiah saith, 'Let them take a bunch of figs, and plaster over the ulcer, and he liveth.' And Hezekiah saith, 'What is the sign that I go up to the house of Jehovah!'
My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me. I have set Him till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me. As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression is on me, be my surety. -- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul. Lord, by these do men live, And by all in them is the life of my spirit, And Thou savest me, make me also to live, Lo, 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. For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth. The living, the living, he doth confess Thee. Like myself to-day -- a father to sons Doth make known of Thy faithfulness, O Jehovah -- to save me: And my songs we sing all days of our lives In the house of Jehovah.' And Isaiah saith, 'Let them take a bunch of figs, and plaster over the ulcer, and he liveth.' And Hezekiah saith, 'What is the sign that I go up to the house of Jehovah!'
Hope » Life is the season of
But to him who is joined unto all the living there is confidence, for to a living dog it is better than to the dead lion.
For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth.
Hope » Who cannot hope for the truth of the lord
Lord, by these do men live, And by all in them is the life of my spirit, And Thou savest me, make me also to live, Lo, 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. For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth.
natural Life » Is compared to » A shepherd's tent removed
For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth.
Murmuring » Instances of » hezekiah
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. I said, I do not see Jah -- Jah! In the land of the living, I do not behold man any more, With the inhabitants of the world. My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me. read more.
I have set Him till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me. As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression is on me, be my surety. -- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul. Lord, by these do men live, And by all in them is the life of my spirit, And Thou savest me, make me also to live, Lo, 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. For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth.
I have set Him till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me. As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression is on me, be my surety. -- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul. Lord, by these do men live, And by all in them is the life of my spirit, And Thou savest me, make me also to live, Lo, 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. For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth.
Praise » Who does not praise the lord
The dead praise not Jah, Nor any going down to silence.
Lord, by these do men live, And by all in them is the life of my spirit, And Thou savest me, make me also to live, Lo, 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. For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth.
Psalms » Of hezekiah, celebrating deliverance from death
A writing of Hezekiah king of Judah concerning his being sick, when he reviveth from his sickness: 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. I said, I do not see Jah -- Jah! In the land of the living, I do not behold man any more, With the inhabitants of the world. read more.
My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me. I have set Him till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me. As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression is on me, be my surety. -- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul. Lord, by these do men live, And by all in them is the life of my spirit, And Thou savest me, make me also to live, Lo, 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. For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth. The living, the living, he doth confess Thee. Like myself to-day -- a father to sons Doth make known of Thy faithfulness, O Jehovah -- to save me: And my songs we sing all days of our lives In the house of Jehovah.'
My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me. I have set Him till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me. As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression is on me, be my surety. -- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul. Lord, by these do men live, And by all in them is the life of my spirit, And Thou savest me, make me also to live, Lo, 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. For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth. The living, the living, he doth confess Thee. Like myself to-day -- a father to sons Doth make known of Thy faithfulness, O Jehovah -- to save me: And my songs we sing all days of our lives In the house of Jehovah.'