For Sheol cannot thank You, death cannot praise You; those who go down into the pit cannot hope for Your faithfulness.
To You will I cry, O Lord my rock; do not be silent to me, lest, if You are silent to me, I become like those who go down to the pit.
“What profit is there in my death, if I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it declare Your faithfulness?
For in death there is no remembrance of You; in Sheol who will give You thanks?
I am weary with my groaning; all night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.
The wicked is banished in his wickedness, but the righteous has a refuge in his death.
Whatever your hands find to do, do with your strength; for there is no work or planning or knowledge or wisdom in Sheol where you are going.
And they and all that belonged to them went down alive into the pit, and the earth closed on them, and they perished from among the assembly.
“And they will go away into eternal punishment, but the righteous into eternal life.”
But the sons of the kingdom will be thrown out into outer darkness. There will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.”