Job 17:16

Don’t hide your face from your servant, for I am in distress. Answer me speedily!

Don’t hide your face from me. Don’t put your servant away in anger. You have been my help. Don’t abandon me, neither forsake me, God of my salvation.

To you, Yahweh, I call. My rock, don’t be deaf to me, lest, if you are silent to me, I would become like those who go down into the pit.

Again, therefore, Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. He who follows me will not walk in the darkness, but will have the light of life.”

The cords of death surrounded me. The floods of ungodliness made me afraid.

Yahweh, you have brought up my soul from Sheol. You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

You, who have shown us many and bitter troubles, you will let me live. You will bring us up again from the depths of the earth.

The wicked is brought down in his calamity, but in death, the righteous has a refuge.

I said, “In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years.”

“You, son of man, tell the house of Israel: ‘You say this, “Our transgressions and our sins are on us, and we pine away in them. How then can we live?” ’

I will multiply men on you, all the house of Israel, even all of it. The cities will be inhabited, and the waste places will be built.

Again he said to me, “Prophesy over these bones, and tell them, ‘You dry bones, hear Yahweh’s word.

“Therefore the Lord Yahweh says: ‘Now I will reverse the captivity of Jacob, and have mercy on the whole house of Israel. I will be jealous for my holy name.

Turn to the stronghold, you prisoners of hope! Even today I declare that I will restore double to you.

not that we are sufficient of ourselves, to account anything as from ourselves; but our sufficiency is from God,

Behold, you have driven me out today from the surface of the ground. I will be hidden from your face, and I will be a fugitive and a wanderer in the earth. Whoever finds me will kill me.”

Let the stars of its twilight be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, neither let it see the eyelids of the morning,

There the wicked cease from troubling. There the weary are at rest.

For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.

Yes, his soul draws near to the pit, and his life to the destroyers.

then God is gracious to him, and says, ‘Deliver him from going down to the pit, I have found a ransom.’

For you will not leave my soul in Sheol, neither will you allow your holy one to see corruption.

You, Yahweh, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.

I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,

Hear my prayer, Yahweh! Let my cry come to you.

“As when one plows and breaks up the earth, our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.”

One who trusts in himself is a fool; but one who walks in wisdom is kept safe.

The firstborn of the poor will eat, and the needy will lie down in safety; and I will kill your root with famine, and your remnant will be killed.

Behold, for peace I had great anguish, but you have in love for my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption; for you have cast all my sins behind your back.

But Zion said, “Yahweh has forsaken me, and the Lord has forgotten me.”

“At that time,” says Yahweh, “I will be the God of all the families of Israel, and they will be my people.”

I said, “My strength has perished, along with my expectation from Yahweh.”

Waters flowed over my head. I said, “I am cut off.”

In the time that you were broken by the seas, in the depths of the waters, your merchandise and all your company fell within you.

He caused me to pass by them all around: and behold, there were very many in the open valley; and behold, they were very dry.

I went down to the bottoms of the mountains. The earth barred me in forever: yet have you brought up my life from the pit, Yahweh my God.

He spoke also this parable to certain people who were convinced of their own righteousness, and who despised all others.

One who believes in the Son has eternal life, but one who disobeys the Son won’t see life, but the wrath of God remains on him.”

But we have this treasure in clay vessels, that the exceeding greatness of the power may be of God, and not from ourselves.

always carrying in the body the putting to death of the Lord Jesus, that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body.

You were made alive when you were dead in transgressions and sins,

But we don’t want you to be ignorant, brothers, concerning those who have fallen asleep, so that you don’t grieve like the rest, who have no hope.

Inasmuch as it is appointed for men to die once, and after this, judgment,

I heard a voice from heaven saying, “Write, ‘Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on.’ ” “Yes,” says the Spirit, “that they may rest from their labors; for their works follow with them.”

“Why is light given to him who is in misery, life to the bitter in soul,

The waters wear the stones. The torrents of it wash away the dust of the earth. So you destroy the hope of man.

But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made all my company desolate.

The members of his body will be devoured. The firstborn of death will devour his members.

The clods of the valley will be sweet to him. All men will draw after him, as there were innumerable before him.

He keeps back his soul from the pit, and his life from perishing by the sword.

He has redeemed my soul from going into the pit. My life will see the light.’

When he gives quietness, who then can condemn? When he hides his face, who then can see him? He is over a nation or a man alike,

For he has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted, Neither has he hidden his face from him; but when he cried to him, he heard.

“What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?

Bow down your ear to me. Deliver me speedily. Be to me a strong rock, a house of defense to save me.

As for me, I said in my haste, “I am cut off from before your eyes.” Nevertheless you heard the voice of my petitions when I cried to you.

But I am poor and needy. May the Lord think about me. You are my help and my deliverer. Don’t delay, my God.

Hear my prayer, God. Listen to the words of my mouth.

Listen to my prayer, God. Don’t hide yourself from my supplication.

Let death come suddenly on them. Let them go down alive into Sheol. For wickedness is among them, in their dwelling.

But you, God, will bring them down into the pit of destruction. Bloodthirsty and deceitful men shall not live out half their days, but I will trust in you.

I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail looking for my God.

Don’t let the flood waters overwhelm me, neither let the deep swallow me up. Don’t let the pit shut its mouth on me.

Hurry, God, to deliver me. Come quickly to help me, Yahweh.

But I am poor and needy. Come to me quickly, God. You are my help and my deliverer. Yahweh, don’t delay.

God, don’t be far from me. My God, hurry to help me.

My soul longs, and even faints for the courts of Yahweh. My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.

Don’t hide your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn your ear to me. Answer me quickly in the day when I call.

My eyes fail looking for your salvation, for your righteous word.

Yahweh, I have called on you. Come to me quickly! Listen to my voice when I call to you.

Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need. Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.

For the enemy pursues my soul. He has struck my life down to the ground. He has made me live in dark places, as those who have been long dead.

Hurry to answer me, Yahweh. My spirit fails. Don’t hide your face from me, so that I don’t become like those who go down into the pit.

Let’s swallow them up alive like Sheol, and whole, like those who go down into the pit.

Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but when longing is fulfilled, it is a tree of life.

A man who is tormented by life blood will be a fugitive until death; no one will support him.

I will wait for Yahweh, who hides his face from the house of Jacob, and I will look for him.

The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light. The light has shined on those who lived in the land of the shadow of death.

I chattered like a swallow or a crane. I moaned like a dove. My eyes weaken looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed. Be my security.”

For Sheol can’t praise you. Death can’t celebrate you. Those who go down into the pit can’t hope for your truth.

Shall the plunder be taken from the mighty, or the lawful captives be delivered?

For I will not contend forever, neither will I always be angry; for the spirit would faint before me, and the souls whom I have made.

But they say, ‘It is in vain; for we will walk after our own plans, and we will each follow the stubbornness of his evil heart.’ ”

For Yahweh says, “Your hurt is incurable. Your wound is grievous.

Yahweh says: “Yet again there will be heard in this place, about which you say, ‘It is waste, without man and without animal, even in the cities of Judah, and in the streets of Jerusalem, that are desolate, without man and without inhabitant and without animal,’

He has made me dwell in dark places, as those who have been long dead.

But you have utterly rejected us. You are very angry against us.

They will make a plunder of your riches, and make a prey of your merchandise. They will break down your walls, and destroy your pleasant houses. They will lay your stones, your timber, and your dust in the middle of the waters.

They will bring you down to the pit. You will die the death of those who are slain in the heart of the seas.

Then he said to me, “Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel. Behold, they say, ‘Our bones are dried up, and our hope is lost. We are completely cut off.’

Behold, the Lord will dispossess her, and he will strike her power in the sea; and she will be devoured with fire.

men fainting for fear, and for expectation of the things which are coming on the world: for the powers of the heavens will be shaken.

Yes, we ourselves have had the sentence of death within ourselves, that we should not trust in ourselves, but in God who raises the dead,