Let us swallow them alive like Sheol,
Even whole, as those who go down to the pit;

Throw in your lot with us,
We shall all have one purse,”

“So they shall eat of the fruit of their own way
And be satiated with their own devices.

“But he who listens to me shall live securely
And will be at ease from the dread of evil.”

Her feet go down to death,
Her steps take hold of Sheol.

Her house is the way to Sheol,
Descending to the chambers of death.

But he does not know that the dead are there,
That her guests are in the depths of Sheol.

Sheol and Abaddon lie open before the Lord,
How much more the hearts of men!

The path of life leads upward for the wise
That he may keep away from Sheol below.

You shall strike him with the rod
And rescue his soul from Sheol.

“They struck me, but I did not become ill;
They beat me, but I did not know it.
When shall I awake?
I will seek another drink.”

Do not say, “Thus I shall do to him as he has done to me;
I will render to the man according to his work.”

Sheol and Abaddon are never satisfied,
Nor are the eyes of man ever satisfied.

Sheol, and the barren womb,
Earth that is never satisfied with water,
And fire that never says, “Enough.”

Charm is deceitful and beauty is vain,
But a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised.