“Remove Your plague from me;
I am wasting away because of the conflict and opposition of Your hand.

My lovers and mine associates stand aloof from my stroke; and my kinsmen stand afar off.

My friends and my neighbors will stand from before my stroke, and my kindred stood from far off.

And the daughter of Tyre shall be there with a gift; even the rich among the peoples shall stroke your face.

The sorrows of death compassed me, and the overflowings of ungodliness made me afraid. {TYNDALE: For the waves of death have closed me about, and the floods of Belial have feared me.}

The pains of hell came about me; the snares of death overtook me. {TYNDALE: The cords of hell have compassed me about, and the snares of death have overtaken me.}

My strength is dried up like a fragment of clay pottery;
And my [dry] tongue clings to my jaws;
And You have laid me in the dust of death.

Even though I walk through the [sunless] valley of the shadow of death,
I fear no evil, for You are with me;
Your rod [to protect] and Your staff [to guide], they comfort and console me.

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

LORD, you brought me from death; you kept me alive so that I did not descend into the Pit.

"What profit is there in my death if I go down to the Pit? Can dust worship you? Can it proclaim your faithfulness?"

In death, there is no memory of you. Who will give you thanks where the dead are?

He prepares weapons of death for himself, he makes his arrows into fiery shafts.

Be gracious to me, LORD, take note of my affliction, because of those who hate me. You snatch me away from the gates of death,

I beat them to death; they fall at my feet.

Look at me! Answer me, LORD, my God! Give light to my eyes! Otherwise, I will sleep in death;

Such as sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, being fast bound in misery and iron,

He brought them out of darkness, and out of the shadow of death, and broke their bonds in sunder.

Their soul abhorred all manner of meat, and they were even hard at death's door.

The snares of death compassed me round about, the pains of hell got hold upon me.

And why? Thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling.

that he may hear the mournings of such as be in captivity, and deliver the children that are appointed unto death,

Evil will cause the death of the wicked,
And those who hate the righteous will be held guilty and will be condemned.

The wicked lies in wait for the righteous
And seeks to kill him.

Yet You have [distressingly] crushed us in the place of jackals
And covered us with [the deep darkness of] the shadow of death.

right dear in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints.

The LORD hath chastened and corrected me; but he hath not given me over unto death.

For this is God,
Our God forever and ever;
He will be our guide even until death.

Like sheep they are appointed for Sheol (the nether world, the place of the dead);
Death will be their shepherd;
And the upright shall rule over them in the morning,
And their form and beauty shall be for Sheol to consume,
So that they have no dwelling [on earth].

Rescue me from bloodguiltiness, O God, the God of my salvation;
Then my tongue will sing joyfully of Your righteousness and Your justice.

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

Let death come deceitfully upon them;
Let them go down alive to Sheol (the nether world, the place of the dead),
For evil [of every kind] is in their dwelling and in their hearts, in their midst.

For You have rescued my soul from death,
Yes, and my feet from stumbling,
So that I may walk before God
In the light of life.

so that he might continue to live forever and not experience death.

And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.

To the Overseer, 'On the Death of Labben.' -- A Psalm of David. I confess, O Jehovah, with all my heart, I recount all Thy wonders,

God is to us a God of acts of salvation;
And to God the Lord belong escapes from death [setting us free].

For at his death he receiveth nothing, His honour goeth not down after him.

For there are no bands in their death: but their strength is firm.

He made a way to his anger; he spared not their soul from death, but gave their life over to the pestilence;