Will it go down to the gates of Sheol? Will we go down together into the dust?”
There the wicked cease from raging, and there the weary find rest.
To the roots of the mountains I descended; the earth beneath me barred me in forever! But You raised my life from the pi
Answer me quickly, O LORD; my spirit fails. Do not hide Your face from me, or I will be like those who descend to the Pi
It devours patches of his skin; the firstborn of death devours his limbs.
Surely for my own welfare I had such great anguish; but Your love has delivered me from the pit of oblivion, for You hav
Then He said to me, “Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel. Look, they are saying, ‘Our bones are dried
Indeed, we felt we were under the sentence of death, in order that we would not trust in ourselves, but in God, who rais
to preserve his soul from the Pit and his life from perishing by the sword.
I am counted among those descending to the Pit. I am like a man without strength.