The cords of Sheol tightened; the snares of death lay in wait for me.
I was caught by the cords of death; the snares of Sheol had seized me; I felt agony and dread.
But God raised him up, releasing him from the throes of death, because it was impossible for him to be held by it.
Jonah prayed to the Lord, his God, from the belly of the fish:
The fear of the Lord is a fountain of life, turning one from the snares of death.
The teaching of the wise is a fountain of life, turning one from the snares of death.
By their own iniquities the wicked will be caught, in the meshes of their own sin they will be held fast;
Keep me, Lord, from the clutches of the wicked; preserve me from the violent, who plot to trip me up.
The cords of death encompassed me; the torrents of destruction terrified me.
If they are bound with fetters, held fast by bonds of affliction,
“When you see Jerusalem surrounded by armies, know that its desolation is at hand.