יָרַד

The trouble he causes shall return to his own head. His violence shall come down on the crown of his own head.

He bowed the heavens also, and came down. Thick darkness was under his feet.

All the rich ones of the earth shall eat and worship. All those who go down to the dust shall bow before him, even he who can’t keep his soul alive.

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.

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

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

for when he dies he will carry nothing away. His glory won’t descend after him.

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.

Shall they escape by iniquity? In anger cast down the peoples, God.

Don’t kill them, or my people may forget. Scatter them by your power, and bring them down, Lord our shield.

He will come down like rain on the mown grass, as showers that water the earth.

He brought streams also out of the rock, and caused waters to run down like rivers.

Her feet go down to death. Her steps lead straight to Sheol.

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

The mountains rose, the valleys sank down, to the place which you had assigned to them.

Those who go down to the sea in ships, who do business in great waters;

They mount up to the sky; they go down again to the depths. Their soul melts away because of trouble.

The dead don’t praise Yah, neither any who go down into silence;

Streams of tears run down my eyes, because they don’t observe your law.

It is like the precious oil on the head, that ran down on the beard, even Aaron’s beard, that came down on the edge of his robes,

It is like the precious oil on the head, that ran down on the beard, even Aaron’s beard, that came down on the edge of his robes,

like the dew of Hermon, that comes down on the hills of Zion; for there Yahweh gives the blessing, even life forever more.

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.

Part your heavens, Yahweh, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

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

Her house is the way to Sheol, going down to the rooms of death.

The words of a gossip are like dainty morsels: they go down into a person’s innermost parts.

A wise man scales the city of the mighty, and brings down the strength of its confidence.

The words of a whisperer are as dainty morsels, they go down into the innermost parts.

Who has ascended up into heaven, and descended? Who has gathered the wind in his fists? Who has bound the waters in his garment? Who has established all the ends of the earth? What is his name, and what is his son’s name, if you know?

Who knows the spirit of man, whether it goes upward, and the spirit of the animal, whether it goes downward to the earth?”

My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

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

Therefore Sheol has enlarged its desire, and opened its mouth without measure; and their glory, their multitude, their pomp, and he who rejoices among them, descend into it.

For he has said, “By the strength of my hand I have done it, and by my wisdom; for I have understanding. I have removed the boundaries of the peoples, and have robbed their treasures. Like a valiant man I have brought down their rulers.

Your pomp is brought down to Sheol, with the sound of your stringed instruments. Maggots are spread out under you, and worms cover you.

Yet you shall be brought down to Sheol, to the depths of the pit.

But you are cast away from your tomb like an abominable branch, clothed with the slain, who are thrust through with the sword, who go down to the stones of the pit; like a dead body trodden under foot.

In their streets, they clothe themselves in sackcloth. In their streets and on their housetops, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.