Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
Into your hand I commend my spirit. You redeem me, Yahweh, God of truth.
For you have delivered my soul from death, and prevented my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "Do Not Destroy." A poem by David, when he fled from Saul, in the cave.
You will guide me with your counsel, and afterward receive me to glory.
I will ransom them from the power of Sheol. I will redeem them from death! Death, where are your plagues? Sheol, where is your destruction? "Compassion will be hidden from my eyes.
They sang a new song, saying, "You are worthy to take the book, and to open its seals: for you were killed, and bought us for God with your blood, out of every tribe, language, people, and nation,
I heard the voice from heaven saying, "Write, 'Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on.'" "Yes," says the Spirit, "that they may rest from their labors; for their works follow with them."
For you will not leave my soul in Sheol, neither will you allow your holy one to see corruption.
For your loving kindness is great toward me. You have delivered my soul from the lowest Sheol.
What man is he who shall live and not see death, who shall deliver his soul from the power of Sheol? Selah.