I will ransom them from the power of She'ol. I will redeem them from death! Death, where are your plagues? She'ol, where is your destruction? *Compassion will be hidden from my eyes.
I heard the voice from heaven saying, *Write, 'Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on.'* *Yes,* says the Spirit, *that they may rest from their labors; for their works follow with them.*
They sang a new song, saying, *You are worthy to take the book, and to open its seals: for you were killed, and bought us for God with your blood, out of every tribe, language, people, and nation,