Like sheep they are laid in the grave; death shall feed on them; and the upright shall have dominion over them in the morning; and their beauty shall consume in the grave from their dwelling.

Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cuts and splits wood upon the earth.

For in death there is no remembrance of you: in the grave who shall give you thanks?

O LORD, you have brought up my soul from the grave: you have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

Let me not be ashamed, O LORD; for I have called upon you: let the wicked be ashamed, and let them be silent in the grave.

But God will redeem my soul from the power of the grave: for he shall receive me. Selah.

Let death seize upon them, and let them go down alive into the grave: for wickedness is in their dwellings, and among them.

For they provoked him to anger with their high places, and moved him to jealousy with their graven images.

For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draws near unto the grave.

Adrift among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom you remember no more: and they are cut off from your hand.

Shall your lovingkindness be declared in the grave? or your faithfulness in destruction?

What man is he that lives, and shall not see death? shall he deliver his soul from the hand of the grave? Selah.

Confounded be all they that serve graven images, that boast themselves of idols: worship him, all you gods.