Let’s swallow them alive, like Sheol,
still healthy as they go down to the Pit.

Her feet go down to death;
her steps head straight for Sheol.

Her house is the road to Sheol,
descending to the chambers of death.

But he doesn’t know that the departed spirits are there,
that her guests are in the depths of Sheol.

Sheol and Abaddon lie open before the Lord—
how much more, human hearts.

For the discerning the path of life leads upward,
so that he may avoid going down to Sheol.

Strike him with a rod,
and you will rescue his life from Sheol.

Sheol and Abaddon are never satisfied,
and people’s eyes are never satisfied.

Sheol; a childless womb;
earth, which is never satisfied with water;
and fire, which never says, “Enough!”