But as for the wicked, they do not speak truth at all. Inside them there is only wickedness. Their throat is an open grave, on their tongue is deceitful flattery.

My eyesight has faded because of grief, it has dimmed because of all my enemies.

But you do see! You take note of trouble and grief in order to take the matter into your own hand. The helpless one commits himself to you; you have been the orphan's helper.

All the prosperous people will eat and bow down in submission. All those who are about to go down to the grave will bow down in submission, along with the one who can no longer keep himself alive.

Be gracious to me, LORD, for I am in distress. My eyes have been consumed by my grief along with my soul and my body.

When he dies, he will not be able to take it all with him his possessions will not follow him to the grave,

released to remain with the dead, lying in a grave like a corpse, remembered no longer, and cut off from your power.

Can your gracious love be declared in the grave or your faithfulness in Abaddon?