Psalms Chapter 116

116:3
The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.

116:7-11
Return unto thy rest, O my soul; for the Lord hath dealth bountifully with thee.
For thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling.
I will walk before the Lord in the land of the living.
I believed, therefore have I spoken: I was greatly afflicted:
I said in my haste, All men are liars.

116:15
Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints.