For Sheol cannot thank You; death cannot praise You; the ones going down to the Pit cannot hope for Your truth.
A Psalm of David. I will call to You, O Jehovah; my Rock, be not silent to me, lest, if you be silent from me I may be compared with those going down into the Pit.
What profit is in my blood, in going down to the Pit? Shall the dust praise You? Shall it tell of Your truth?
For there is no memory of You in death; who shall give thanks to You in Sheol?
I am weary in my groaning; I shall make my bed swim in all the night; I melt my couch with my tears.
The wicked one is thrust out in his evil, but the righteous one seeks refuge in his death.
All that your hand finds to do, do it with your strength. For there is no work, or planning, or knowledge, or wisdom, in Sheol, there where you go.
And they went down, they and all that they had, alive to Sheol, and the earth covered over them; and they perished from the midst of the assembly.
And these shall go away into everlasting punishment, but the righteous ones into everlasting life.
but the sons of the kingdom shall be cast out into the outer darkness. There shall be weeping and gnashing of the teeth.