For the grave cannot praise you, death can not celebrate you: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for your truth.
Whatsoever your hand finds to do, do it with your might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, where you go.
For in death there is no remembrance of you: in the grave who shall give you thanks?
What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? shall it declare your truth?
And these shall go away into everlasting punishment: but the righteous into life eternal.
But the children of the kingdom shall be cast out into outer darkness: there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.
The wicked is driven away in his wickedness: but the righteous has hope in his death.
They, and all that belonged to them, went down alive into the pit, and the earth closed upon them: and they perished from among the congregation.
[A Psalm of David.] Unto you will I cry, O LORD my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if you be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit.
I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed wet with tears; I water my couch with my tears.