Bible Verses About Death

“Far from it!” Jonathan replied. “You will not die. Indeed, my father does nothing, great or small, without telling me. So why would he hide this matter from me? This cannot be true!”

But David again vowed, “Your father knows very well that I have found favor in your eyes, and he has said, ‘Jonathan must not know of this, or he will be grieved.’ As surely as the LORD lives and as you yourself live, there is but a step between me and death.”

because your heart was tender and you humbled yourself before the LORD when you heard what I spoke against this place and against its people, that they would become a desolation and a curse, and because you have torn your clothes and wept before Me, I have heard you,’ declares the LORD.

‘Therefore I will indeed gather you to your fathers, and you will be gathered to your grave in peace. Your eyes will not see all the calamity that I will bring on this place.’” So they brought her answer back to the king.

The captives enjoy their ease; they do not hear the voice of the oppressor.

Both small and great are there, and the slave is freed from his master.

The eye that beholds me will no longer see me. You will look for me, but I will be no more.

As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so he who goes down to Sheol does not come back up.

He never returns to his house; his place remembers him no more.

before I go—never to return— to a land of darkness and gloom,

to a land of utter darkness, of deep shadow and disorder, where even the light is like darkness.”

For there is hope for a tree: If it is cut down, it will sprout again, and its tender shoots will not fail.

If its roots grow old in the ground and its stump dies in the soil,

at the scent of water it will bud and put forth twigs like a sapling.

But a man dies and is laid low; he breathes his last, and where is he?

As water disappears from the sea and a river becomes parched and dry,

so a man lies down and does not rise. Until the heavens are no more, he will not be awakened or roused from sleep.

as water wears away the stones and torrents wash away the soil, so You destroy a man’s hope.

You forever overpower him, and he passes on; You change his countenance and send him away.

If his sons receive honor, he does not know it; if they are brought low, he is unaware.

If I look for Sheol as my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness,

and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’

Do you not know that from antiquity, since man was placed on the earth,

the triumph of the wicked has been brief and the joy of the godless momentary?

How often is the lamp of the wicked put out? Does disaster come upon them? Does God, in His anger, apportion destruction?