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And Jehoiada the priest sent out the commanders of hundreds in charge of the army, saying, “Bring her out between the ranks, and put to the sword anyone who follows her.” For the priest had said, “She must not be put to death in the house of the LORD.”

So they seized Athaliah as she reached the entrance of the Horse Gate on the palace grounds, and there they put her to death.

…and all the people of the land rejoiced. And the city was quiet, because Athaliah had been put to the sword.

When Jehoiada was old and full of years, he died at the age of 130.

Thus King Joash failed to remember the kindness that Zechariah’s father Jehoiada had extended to him. Instead, Joash killed Jehoiada’s son. As he lay dying, Zechariah said, “May the LORD see this and call you to account.”

And when the Arameans had withdrawn, they left Joash severely wounded. His own servants conspired against him for shedding the blood of the son of Jehoiada the priest, and they killed him on his bed. So he died and was buried in the City of David, but not in the tombs of the kings.

Yet he did not put their sons to death, but acted according to what is written in the Law, in the Book of Moses, where the LORD commanded: “Fathers must not be put to death for their children, and children must not be put to death for their fathers; each is to die for his own sin.”

From the time that Amaziah turned from following the LORD, a conspiracy was formed against him in Jerusalem, and he fled to Lachish. But men were sent after him to Lachish, and they killed him there.

Is not Hezekiah misleading you to give you over to death by famine and thirst when he says, ‘The LORD our God will deliver us from the hand of the king of Assyria?’

In those days Hezekiah became mortally ill. So he prayed to the LORD, who spoke to him and gave him a sign.

Then the servants of Amon conspired against him and killed him in his palace.

So his servants took him out of his chariot, put him in his second chariot, and brought him to Jerusalem, where he died. And Josiah was buried in the tomb of his fathers, and all Judah and Jerusalem mourned for him.

“All the royal officials and the people of the king’s provinces know that one law applies to every man or woman who approaches the king in the inner court without being summoned—that he be put to death. Only if the king extends the gold scepter may that person live. But I have not been summoned to appear before the king for the past thirty days.”

…when suddenly a mighty wind swept in from the desert and struck the four corners of the house. It collapsed on the young people and they are dead, and I alone have escaped to tell you!”

Then Job’s wife said to him, “Do you still retain your integrity? Curse God and die!”

Why did I not perish at birth; why did I not die as I came from the womb?

Are not their tent cords pulled up, so that they die without wisdom?’

For resentment kills a fool, and envy slays the simple.

When the scourge brings sudden death, He mocks the despair of the innocent.

“Truly then you are the people with whom wisdom itself will die!

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

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

When a man dies, will he live again? All the days of my hard service I will wait, until my renewal comes.

One man dies full of vigor, completely secure and at ease.

Yet another man dies in the bitterness of his soul, having never tasted prosperity.

He draws near to the Pit, and his life to the messengers of death.

They die in an instant, in the middle of the night. The people convulse and pass away; the mighty are removed without human hand.

They die in their youth, among the male shrine prostitutes.

And so Job died, old and full of years.

I am forgotten like a dead man, out of mind. I am like a broken vessel.

Evil will slay the wicked, and the haters of the righteous will be condemned.

Though the wicked lie in wait for the righteous, and seek to slay them,

My enemies say with malice: “When will he die and be forgotten?”

For this God is our God forever and ever; He will be our guide even till death.

For it is clear that wise men die, and the foolish and the senseless both perish and leave their wealth to others.

For the choirmaster. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A Miktam of David, when Saul sent men to watch David’s house in order to kill him. Deliver me from my enemies, O my God; protect me from those who rise against me.

But like mortals you will die, and like rulers you will fall.”

I am forsaken among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom You remember no more, who are cut off from Your care.

Do You work wonders for the dead? Do departed spirits rise up to praise You? Selah

He turned their waters to blood and caused their fish to die.

They yoked themselves to Baal of Peor and ate sacrifices offered to lifeless gods.

For he never thought to show kindness, but pursued the poor and needy and brokenhearted, even to their death.

It is not the dead who praise the LORD, nor any who descend into silence.

I will not die, but I will live and proclaim what the LORD has done.

For the enemy has pursued my soul, crushing my life to the ground, making me dwell in darkness like those long since dead.

He dies for lack of discipline, led astray by his own great folly.