For Sheol cannot praise thee, death cannot celebrate thee: They that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.
Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in Sheol, whither thou goest.
For in death there is no remembrance of thee: In Sheol who shall give thee thanks?
What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
And these shall go away into eternal punishment: but the righteous into eternal life.
but the sons of the kingdom shall be cast forth into the outer darkness: there shall be the weeping and the gnashing of teeth.
The wicked is thrust down in his evil-doing; But the righteous hath a refuge in his death.
So they, and all that appertained to them, went down alive into Sheol: and the earth closed upon them, and they perished from among the assembly.
Unto thee, O Jehovah, will I call: My rock, be not thou deaf unto me; Lest, if thou be silent unto me, I become like them that go down into the pit.
I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.