'Death' in the Bible

For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?

Yea, for him He hath prepared Instruments of death, His arrows for burning pursuers He maketh.

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,

Favour me, O Jehovah, See mine affliction by those hating me, Thou who liftest me up from the gates of death,

Look attentively; Answer me, O Jehovah, my God, Enlighten mine eyes, lest I sleep in death,

Compassed me have cords of death, And streams of the worthless make me afraid.

Cords of Sheol have surrounded me, Before me have been snares of 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 deliver from death their soul, And to keep them alive in famine.

Evil doth put to death the wicked, And those hating the righteous are desolate.

The wicked is watching for the righteous, And is seeking to put him to death.

That this God is our God -- To the age and for ever, He -- he doth lead us over death!

As sheep for Sheol they have set themselves, Death doth afflict them, And the upright rule over them in the morning, And their form is for consumption. Sheol is a dwelling for him.

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

My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.

For Thou hast delivered my soul from death, Dost Thou not my feet from falling? To walk habitually before God in the light of the living!

To the Overseer. -- 'Destroy not,' by David. -- A secret treasure, in Saul's sending, and they watch the house to put him to death. Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God, From my withstanders set me on high.

God Himself is to us a God for deliverances, And Jehovah Lord hath the outgoings of death.

The peace of the wicked I see, That there are no bands at their death,

He pondereth a path for His anger, He kept not back their soul from death, Yea, their life to the pestilence He delivered up.

Let the groaning of the prisoner come in before Thee, According to the greatness of Thine arm, Leave Thou the sons of death.

Who is the man that liveth, and doth not see death? He delivereth his soul from the hand of Sheol. Selah.

To hear the groan of the prisoner, To loose sons of death,

He hath turned their waters to blood, And putteth to death their fish.

All food doth their soul abominate, And they come nigh unto the gates of death,

Compassed me have cords of death, And straits of Sheol have found me, Distress and sorrow I find.

For Thou hast delivered my soul from death, My eyes from tears, my feet from overthrowing.

Precious in the eyes of Jehovah is the death for His saints.

Jah hath sorely chastened me, And to death hath not given me up.