7 Remember, I pray thee, who ever perished, being innocent? or where were the righteous cut off?
7 O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
16 Because thou shalt forget thy misery, and remember it as waters that pass away:
13 O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
6 Even when I remember I am afraid, and trembling taketh hold on my flesh.
20 The womb shall forget him; the worm shall feed sweetly on him; he shall be no more remembered; and wickedness shall be broken as a tree.
18 No mention shall be made of coral, or of pearls: for the price of wisdom is above rubies.
24 Remember that thou magnify his work, which men behold.
8 Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more.