"The ghosts of the dead writhe under the waters along with those who live there with them.
When a wicked person dies, his hope vanishes; and what he expected from his scheming comes to nothing.
Whatever the activity in which you engage, do it with all your ability, because there is no work, no planning, no learning, and no wisdom in the next world where you're going.
At least the living know they will die, but the dead know nothing; they no longer have a reward, since memory about them has been forgotten.
A man might father a hundred children, and live for many years, so that the length of his life is long but if his life does not overflow with goodness, and he doesn't receive a proper burial, I maintain that stillborn children are better off than he is, because stillborn children arrive in pointlessness, leave in darkness, and their names are covered in darkness. Furthermore, though they never saw the sun nor learned anything, they are more content than the other.
What will they care for their household after them, when the number of his months comes to an end?"
you will end up like your ancestors' generation, never again to see the light of day!
In death, there is no memory of you. Who will give you thanks where the dead are?
Can your awesome deeds be known in darkness or your righteousness in the land of oblivion?
Like a dead man, I am forgotten in their thoughts like broken pottery.
released to remain with the dead, lying in a grave like a corpse, remembered no longer, and cut off from your power.
Can you perform wonders for the dead? Can departed spirits stand up to praise you? Interlude Can your gracious love be declared in the grave or your faithfulness in Abaddon?
Neither can the dead praise the LORD, nor those who go down into the silence of death.
For Sheol cannot thank you, death cannot sing your praise; and those who go down to the Pit cannot hope for your faithfulness.
If the LORD had not been my helper, I would have quickly become silent.
For a fire breaks out in my anger burning to the deepest part of the afterlife, consuming the earth and its produce and igniting the foundations of the mountains.
Answer me quickly, LORD; my spirit is failing. Do not hide your face from me; otherwise, I will become like those who descend to the Pit,
For those who oppose me are pursuing my life, crushing me to the ground, making me sit in darkness like those who died long ago.
He has forced me to live in darkness, like those who are long dead.
"So who's more beautiful than you? You'll be buried with the uncircumcised.
You'll be broken, and you'll lie down with the uncircumcised who died violently.
"Mighty leaders will address them and those who assist them right out of the middle of Sheol: "They've come down and will lie still, these uncircumcised people who have died violently.'
They have prepared a bed for her and for her hordes that surround her graves. All of them are uncircumcised, having been killed violently, because they had spread terror throughout the land of the living. They will bear the shame of those who descend to the Pit and will take their place among the dead.
They won't be buried with dead warriors from ancient times, who went straight to Sheol, buried with their war weapons, with their swords placed under their heads and their shields laid on top of their bones, since they spread terror throughout the land of the living.
Now as for you, keep on going until the end you'll rest and then rise to receive your reward at the end of the age.'"