For no one remembers you in the realm of death, In Sheol who gives you thanks?

when they prayed: “Have mercy on me, Lord! See how I am oppressed by those who hate me, O one who can snatch me away from the gates of death!

Look at me! Answer me, O Lord my God! Revive me, or else I will die!

The roof of my mouth is as dry as a piece of pottery; my tongue sticks to my gums. You set me in the dust of death.

For he will take nothing with him when he dies; his wealth will not follow him down into the grave.

Our God is a God who delivers; the Lord, the sovereign Lord, can rescue from death.

He sent his anger in full force; he did not spare them from death; he handed their lives over to destruction.

No man can live on without experiencing death, or deliver his life from the power of Sheol. (Selah)

The ropes of death tightened around me, the snares of Sheol confronted me. I was confronted with trouble and sorrow.

Yes, Lord, you rescued my life from death, and kept my feet from stumbling.

One dead fly makes the perfumer’s ointment give off a rancid stench, so a little folly can outweigh much wisdom.

Indeed Sheol does not give you thanks; death does not praise you. Those who descend into the pit do not anticipate your faithfulness.

‘Death has climbed in through our windows. It has entered into our fortified houses. It has taken away our children who play in the streets. It has taken away our young men who gather in the city squares.’

Do I actually delight in the death of the wicked, declares the sovereign Lord? Do I not prefer that he turn from his wicked conduct and live?

For I take no delight in the death of anyone, declares the sovereign Lord. Repent and live!

You will die the death of the uncircumcised by the hand of foreigners; for I have spoken, declares the sovereign Lord.’”

So now, Lord, kill me instead, because I would rather die than live!”

For the fate of humans and the fate of animals are the same: As one dies, so dies the other; both have the same breath. There is no advantage for humans over animals, for both are fleeting.

If they ask you, ‘Where should we go?’ tell them the Lord says this: “Those who are destined to die of disease will go to death by disease. Those who are destined to die in war will go to death in war. Those who are destined to die of starvation will go to death by starvation. Those who are destined to go into exile will go into exile.”

After Abraham’s death, God blessed his son Isaac. Isaac lived near Beer Lahai Roi.