Your pomp[and] the musicof your harpsHave been broughtdownto Sheol;Maggotsare spreadout [as your bed] beneathyou And wormsare your covering.'
"Togetherthey liedownin the dust,And wormscoverthem.
You whowere fullof noise,You boisteroustown,you exultantcity;Your slainwere not slainwith the sword,Nordid they diein battle.
ThereforeSheolhas enlargedits throatand openedits mouthwithoutmeasure;And Jerusalem's splendor,her multitude,her din[of revelry] and the jubilantwithin her, descend[into it].
"For the mothwill eatthem like a garment,And the grubwill eatthem like wool.But My righteousnesswill be forever,And My salvationto allgenerations."
"Then they will goforthand lookOn the corpsesof the menWho have transgressedagainst Me. For their wormwill not dieAnd their firewill not be quenched;And they will be an abhorrenceto allmankind."
"So I will silencethe soundof your songs,and the soundof your harpswill be heardnomore.
