Therefore Sheol has enlarged its desire, and opened its mouth without measure; and their glory, their multitude, their pomp, and he who rejoices among them, descend into it.

Sheol from beneath has moved for you to meet you at your coming. It stirs up the dead for you, even all the rulers of the earth. It has raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations.

Your pomp is brought down to Sheol, with the sound of your stringed instruments. Maggots are spread out under you, and worms cover you.

Yet you shall be brought down to Sheol, to the depths of the Pit.

"Because you have said, 'We have made a covenant with death, and with Sheol are we in agreement. When the overflowing scourge passes through, it won't come to us; for we have made lies our refuge, and we have hidden ourselves under falsehood.'"

Your covenant with death shall be annulled, and your agreement with Sheol shall not stand. When the overflowing scourge passes through, then you will be trampled down by it.

I said, "In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years."

For Sheol can't praise you. Death can't celebrate you. Those who go down into the pit can't hope for your truth.

You went to the king with oil, and increased your perfumes, and sent your ambassadors far off, and debased yourself even to Sheol.