What man can live and not see death?
Can he deliver his soul from the power of Sheol? Selah.

Then all his sons and all his daughters arose to comfort him, but he refused to be comforted. And he said, “Surely I will go down to Sheol in mourning for my son.” So his father wept for him.

If you take this one also from me, and harm befalls him, you will bring my gray hair down to Sheol in sorrow.’

Now therefore, do not let him go unpunished, for you are a wise man; and you will know what you ought to do to him, and you will bring his gray hair down to Sheol with blood.”

The cords of Sheol surrounded me;
The snares of death confronted me.

He sent His word and healed them,
And delivered them from their destructions.

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

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

‘Thus says the Lord God, “On the day when it went down to Sheol I caused lamentations; I closed the deep over it and held back its rivers. And its many waters were stopped up, and I made Lebanon mourn for it, and all the trees of the field wilted away on account of it. I made the nations quake at the sound of its fall when I made it go down to Sheol with those who go down to the pit; and all the well-watered trees of Eden, the choicest and best of Lebanon, were comforted in the earth beneath. They also went down with it to Sheol to those who were slain by the sword; and those who were its strength lived under its shade among the nations.

and he said,
“I called out of my distress to the Lord,
And He answered me.
I cried for help from the depth of Sheol;
You heard my voice.

Will Your lovingkindness be declared in the grave,
Your faithfulness in Abaddon?
Will Your wonders be made known in the darkness?
And Your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?

“For now I would have lain down and been quiet;
I would have slept then, I would have been at rest,
With kings and with counselors of the earth,
Who rebuilt ruins for themselves;
Or with princes who had gold,
Who were filling their houses with silver.
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“Or like a miscarriage which is discarded, I would not be,
As infants that never saw light.
“There the wicked cease from raging,
And there the weary are at rest.
“The prisoners are at ease together;
They do not hear the voice of the taskmaster.
“The small and the great are there,
And the slave is free from his master.

“When a cloud vanishes, it is gone,
So he who goes down to Sheol does not come up.

“If I look for Sheol as my home,
I make my bed in the darkness;
If I call to the pit, ‘You are my father’;
To the worm, ‘my mother and my sister’;
Where now is my hope?
And who regards my hope?
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“Will it go down with me to Sheol?
Shall we together go down into the dust?”

For there is no mention of You in death;
In Sheol who will give You thanks?

“Sheol from beneath is excited over you to meet you when you come;
It arouses for you the spirits of the dead, all the leaders of the earth;
It raises all the kings of the nations from their thrones.
“They will all respond and say to you,
‘Even you have been made weak as we,
You have become like us.
‘Your pomp and the music of your harps
Have been brought down to Sheol;
Maggots are spread out as your bed beneath you
And worms are your covering.’

“For Sheol cannot thank You,
Death cannot praise You;
Those who go down to the pit cannot hope for Your faithfulness.

So they and all that belonged to them went down alive to Sheol; and the earth closed over them, and they perished from the midst of the assembly.

“The Lord kills and makes alive;
He brings down to Sheol and raises up.

“Drought and heat consume the snow waters,
So does Sheol those who have sinned.

The wicked will return to Sheol,
Even all the nations who forget God.

Let me not be put to shame, O Lord, for I call upon You;
Let the wicked be put to shame, let them be silent in Sheol.

As sheep they are appointed for Sheol;
Death shall be their shepherd;
And the upright shall rule over them in the morning,
And their form shall be for Sheol to consume
So that they have no habitation.

Let death come deceitfully upon them;
Let them go down alive to Sheol,
For evil is in their dwelling, in their midst.

“Nevertheless you will be thrust down to Sheol,
To the recesses of the pit.

“Oh that You would hide me in Sheol,
That You would conceal me until Your wrath returns to You,
That You would set a limit for me and remember me!

For You will not abandon my soul to Sheol;
Nor will You allow Your Holy One to undergo decay.

O Lord, You have brought up my soul from Sheol;
You have kept me alive, that I would not go down to the pit.

But God will redeem my soul from the power of Sheol,
For He will receive me. Selah.

For Your lovingkindness toward me is great,
And You have delivered my soul from the depths of Sheol.