"Those who are deceased tremble, those beneath the waters and all that live in them.
When a wicked man dies, hope perishes, and expectation of power comes to nothing.
Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with your might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in Sheol, where you are going.
For the living know that they will die, but the dead don't know anything, neither do they have any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten.
If a man fathers a hundred children, and lives many years, so that the days of his years are many, but his soul is not filled with good, and moreover he has no burial; I say, that a stillborn child is better than he: for it comes in vanity, and departs in darkness, and its name is covered with darkness. Moreover it has not seen the sun nor known it. This has rest rather than the other.
For what does he care for his house after him, when the number of his months is cut off?
he shall go to the generation of his fathers. They shall never see the light.
For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?
Are your wonders made known in the dark? Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
I am forgotten from their hearts like a dead man. I am like broken pottery.
set apart among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.
Do you show wonders to the dead? Do the dead rise up and praise you? Selah. Is your loving kindness declared in the grave? Or your faithfulness in Destruction?
The dead don't praise Yah, neither any who go down into silence;
For Sheol can't praise you. Death can't celebrate you. Those who go down into the pit can't hope for your truth.
Unless Yahweh had been my help, my soul would have soon lived in silence.
For a fire is kindled in my anger, Burns to the lowest Sheol, Devours the earth with its increase, and sets the foundations of the mountains on fire.
Hurry to answer me, Yahweh. My spirit fails. Don't hide your face from me, so that I don't become like those who go down into the pit.
For the enemy pursues my soul. He has struck my life down to the ground. He has made me live in dark places, as those who have been long dead.
He has made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
Whom do you pass in beauty? Go down, and be laid with the uncircumcised.
But you shall be broken in the midst of the uncircumcised, and shall lie with those who are slain by the sword.
The strong among the mighty shall speak to him out of the midst of Sheol with those who help him: they are gone down, they lie still, even the uncircumcised, slain by the sword.
They have set her a bed in the midst of the slain with all her multitude; her graves are around her; all of them uncircumcised, slain by the sword; for their terror was caused in the land of the living, and they have borne their shame with those who go down to the pit: he is put in the midst of those who are slain.
They shall not lie with the mighty who are fallen of the uncircumcised, who are gone down to Sheol with their weapons of war, and have laid their swords under their heads, and their iniquities are on their bones; for [they were] the terror of the mighty in the land of the living.
But go you your way until the end; for you shall rest, and shall stand in your lot, at the end of the days.