The cords of hell compassed me: the snares of death prevented me.
Whom God hath raised up, having loosed the sorrows of hell, as it was impossible that he should be holden by it.
And Jonas prayed to the Lord his God out of the belly of the fish.
The fear of the Lord is a fountain of life, to decline from the ruin of death.
The law of the wise is a fountain of life, that he may decline from the ruin of death.
His own iniquities catch the wicked, and he is fast bound with the ropes of his own sins.
The just shall correct me in mercy, and shall reprove me: but let not the oil of the sinner fatten my head. For my prayer also shall still be against the things with which they are well pleased:
Their sound hath gone forth into all the earth: and their words unto the ends of the world.
And if they shall be in chains, and be bound with the cords of poverty:
And when you shall see Jerusalem compassed about with an army; then know that the desolation thereof is at hand.