For Sheol cannot thank thee, death cannot praise thee; those who go down to the pit cannot hope for thy faithfulness.
To thee, O Lord, I call; my rock, be not deaf to me, lest, if thou be 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 thee? Will it tell of thy faithfulness?
For in death there is no remembrance of thee; in Sheol who can give thee praise?
I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.
The wicked is overthrown through his evil-doing, but the righteous finds refuge through his integrity.
Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with your might; for there is no work or thought or knowledge or wisdom in Sheol, to which you are going.
So they and all that belonged to them went down alive into Sheol; and the earth closed over them, and they perished from the midst of the assembly.
And they will go away into eternal punishment, but the righteous into eternal life.”
while the sons of the kingdom will be thrown into the outer darkness; there men will weep and gnash their teeth.”