For the grave cannot praise You, death can not rejoice in You; they who go down into the pit cannot hope for Your truth.
A Psalm of David. I will cry to You, O Jehovah; my Rock, do not be deaf to me, lest, if You be silent to me, I become like those who go 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 in death there is no memory of You; in the grave who shall give You thanks?
I am weary in my groaning; all the night I make my bed swim; I melt my couch with my tears.
The wicked is driven away in his wickedness, but the righteous has hope in his death.
Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might; for there is no work, nor plan, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave where you go.
They and all that they had went down alive into Sheol, and the earth closed upon them. And they perished from among the congregation.
And these shall go away into everlasting punishment, but the righteous into everlasting life.
But the sons of the kingdom shall be cast out into outer darkness; there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.