For no one remembers you in the realm of death, In Sheol who gives you thanks?

The wicked are turned back and sent to Sheol; this is the destiny of all the nations that ignore God,

You will not abandon me to Sheol; you will not allow your faithful follower to see the Pit.

The ropes of Sheol tightened around me, the snares of death trapped me.

O Lord, you pulled me up from Sheol; you rescued me from among those descending into the grave.

They will travel to Sheol like sheep, with death as their shepherd. The godly will rule over them when the day of vindication dawns; Sheol will consume their bodies and they will no longer live in impressive houses.

But God will rescue my life from the power of Sheol; certainly he will pull me to safety. (Selah)

May death destroy them! May they go down alive into Sheol! For evil is in their dwelling place and in their midst.

For you will extend your great loyal love to me, and will deliver my life from the depths of Sheol.

For my life is filled with troubles and I am ready to enter Sheol.

No man can live on without experiencing death, or deliver his life from the power of Sheol. (Selah)

The ropes of death tightened around me, the snares of Sheol confronted me. I was confronted with trouble and sorrow.

If I were to ascend to heaven, you would be there. If I were to sprawl out in Sheol, there you would be.

As when one plows and breaks up the soil, so our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.