And Esau said, Behold, I am about to die; so what is this birthright to me?

What profit is there in my blood, in going down to the pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it declare Your truth?

But there were ten men among them who said to Ishmael, Do not kill us, for we have treasures in the field, of wheat, and of barley, and of oil, and of honey. So he left off and did not kill them with their brothers.

For what profit is it to a man if he gains the whole world, and loses his own soul? Or what will a man give in exchange for his soul?

What fruit did you have then in the things of which you are now ashamed? For the end of those things is death.

Come now therefore, let us kill him and cast him into a pit; and we will say, Some evil beast has devoured him. And we shall see what will become of his dreams!

And He said, What have you done? The voice of your brother's blood cries out to Me from the ground.

If a matter arises which is too hard for you to judge, between blood and blood, between dispute and dispute, or between stroke and stroke, matters of controversy within your gates, then you shall arise and go up to the place which Jehovah your God chooses.

And David said to him, Your blood is on your own head, for your mouth has testified against you, saying, I have killed the anointed of Jehovah.

O earth, do not cover my blood, and let my cry have no resting place!

For her blood is in her midst; she set it on top of a rock; she did not pour it on the ground, to cover it with dust.