For the grave 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 the grave, whither thou goest.
For in death there is no remembrance of thee: In the grave 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 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 hath hope in his death.
They, and all that appertained to them, went down alive into the pit, and the earth closed upon them: and they perished from among the congregation.
Unto thee will I cry, O LORD my rock; be not silent to me: Lest, if thou 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 to swim; I water my couch with my tears.