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Isaiah 38:18
For the underworld is not able to give you praise, death gives you no honour: for those who go down into the underworld there is no hope in your mercy.

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Isaiah 38:18
For the underworld is not able to give you praise, death gives you no honour: for those who go down into the underworld there is no hope in your mercy.

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Job 14:7
For there is hope of a tree; if it is cut down, it will come to life again, and its branches will not come to an end.

Ecclesiastes 9:5
The living are conscious that death will come to them, but the dead are not conscious of anything, and they no longer have a reward, because there is no memory of them.

Lamentations 3:22
It is through the Lord's love that we have not come to destruction, because his mercies have no limit.

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Job 33:24
And if he has mercy on him, and says, Let him not go down to the underworld, I have given the price for his life:

Psalms 30:3
O Lord, you have made my soul come again from the underworld: you have given me life and kept me from going down among the dead.

Psalms 30:4
Make songs to the Lord, O you saints of his, and give praise to his holy name.

Psalms 40:2
He took me up out of a deep waste place, out of the soft and sticky earth; he put my feet on a rock, and made my steps certain.

Psalms 88:6
You have put me in the lowest deep, even in dark places.

Jonah 2:6
I went down to the bases of the mountains; as for the earth, her walls were about me for ever: but you have taken up my life from the underworld, O Lord my God.

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Isaiah 13:10
For the stars of heaven and its bright armies will not give their light: the sun will be made dark in his journey through the heaven, and the moon will keep back her light.

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Isaiah 14:9
The underworld is moved at your coming: the shades of the dead are awake before you, even the strong ones of the earth; all the kings of the world have got up from their seats.

Isaiah 38:12
My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.


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