Psalms 18:4 Cross References

Psalms 18:4

4: The ropes of death surrounded me; the floods of destruction swept over me.

Death had its hands around my throat; the terrors of the grave overtook me. I saw only trouble and sorrow.

In fact, we expected to die. But as a result, we learned not to rely on ourselves, but on God who can raise the dead.

Pilate saw that he wasn't getting anywhere and that a riot was developing. So he sent for a bowl of water and washed his hands before the crowd, saying, "I am innocent of the blood of this man. The responsibility is yours!"
And all the people yelled back, "We will take responsibility for his death--we and our children!"

My enemies surround me like a herd of bulls; fierce bulls of Bashan have hemmed me in!
Like roaring lions attacking their prey, they come at me with open mouths.

He took Peter, James, and John with him, and he began to be filled with horror and deep distress.
He told them, "My soul is crushed with grief to the point of death. Stay here and watch with me."

He said, "I cried out to the LORD in my great trouble, and he answered me. I called to you from the world of the dead, and LORD, you heard me!
You threw me into the ocean depths, and I sank down to the heart of the sea. I was buried beneath your wild and stormy waves.
Then I said, `O LORD, you have driven me from your presence. How will I ever again see your holy Temple?'
"I sank beneath the waves, and death was very near. The waters closed in around me, and seaweed wrapped itself around my head.
I sank down to the very roots of the mountains. I was locked out of life and imprisoned in the land of the dead. But you, O LORD my God, have snatched me from the yawning jaws of death!

and are afraid. Fear grips them with terrible pangs, like those of a woman about to give birth. They look helplessly at one another as the flames of the burning city reflect on their faces.

My enemies surround me like a pack of dogs; an evil gang closes in on me. They have pierced my hands and feet.

And the people passing by shouted abuse, shaking their heads in mockery.
"So! You can destroy the Temple and build it again in three days, can you? Well then, if you are the Son of God, save yourself and come down from the cross!"
The leading priests, the teachers of religious law, and the other leaders also mocked Jesus.
"He saved others," they scoffed, "but he can't save himself! So he is the king of Israel, is he? Let him come down from the cross, and we will believe in him!
He trusted God--let God show his approval by delivering him! For he said, 'I am the Son of God.'"

And even as he said this, Judas, one of the twelve disciples, arrived with a mob that was armed with swords and clubs. They had been sent out by the leading priests and other leaders of the people.

He was despised and rejected--a man of sorrows, acquainted with bitterest grief. We turned our backs on him and looked the other way when he went by. He was despised, and we did not care.
Yet it was our weaknesses he carried; it was our sorrows that weighed him down. And we thought his troubles were a punishment from God for his own sins!

Then Jesus said to the crowd, "Am I some dangerous criminal, that you have come armed with swords and clubs to arrest me? Why didn't you arrest me in the Temple? I was there teaching every day.

The whole population of the city was rocked by these accusations, and a great riot followed. Paul was dragged out of the Temple, and immediately the gates were closed behind him.

He told them, "My soul is crushed with grief to the point of death. Stay here and watch with me."
He went on a little farther and fell face down on the ground, praying, "My Father! If it is possible, let this cup of suffering be taken away from me. Yet I want your will, not mine."

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