To the chief Musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.
O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot
Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones
My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?||
Return, O LORD, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies' sake.||
For in death there is no
remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks?||
(6:5) "For in death there is no
remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks?"|
Dead people, contrary to many Bible verses, neither remember God nor give him thanks.
Is death final?
Does hell exist?
I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water
my couch with my tears.
Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine
Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for the LORD hath heard the
voice of my weeping.||
The LORD hath heard my supplication; the LORD will receive my prayer.||
Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed: let them return and be