Will Your wonders be made known in the darkness?
And Your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
For the living know they will die; but the dead do not know anything, nor have they any longer a reward, for their memory is forgotten.
Before I go—and I shall not return—
To the land of darkness and deep shadow,
I am forgotten as a dead man, out of mind;
I am like a broken vessel.
Forsaken among the dead,
Like the slain who lie in the grave,
Whom You remember no more,
And they are cut off from Your hand.
For the enemy has persecuted my soul;
He has crushed my life to the ground;
He has made me dwell in dark places, like those who have long been dead.
For there is no lasting remembrance of the wise man as with the fool, inasmuch as in the coming days all will be forgotten. And how the wise man and the fool alike die!
So then, I have seen the wicked buried, those who used to go in and out from the holy place, and they are soon forgotten in the city where they did thus. This too is futility.
Then they will look to the earth, and behold, distress and darkness, the gloom of anguish; and they will be driven away into darkness.
but the sons of the kingdom will be cast out into the outer darkness; in that place there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.”
wild waves of the sea, casting up their own shame like foam; wandering stars, for whom the black darkness has been reserved forever.