שְׁאוֹל שְׁאוֹל

Let me not be ashamed, O LORD; for I have called upon thee: let the wicked be ashamed, and let them be silent in the grave.

Like sheep they are laid in the grave; death shall feed on them; and the upright shall have dominion over them in the morning; and their beauty shall consume in the grave from their dwelling.

But God will redeem my soul from the power of the grave: for he shall receive me. Selah.

Let death seize upon them, and let them go down quick into hell: for wickedness is in their dwellings, and among them.

For great is thy mercy toward me: and thou hast delivered my soul from the lowest hell.

For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.

What man is he that liveth, and shall not see death? shall he deliver his soul from the hand of the grave? Selah.

The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.

If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.

Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.

Let us swallow them up alive as the grave; and whole, as those that go down into the pit:

Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell.

Her house is the way to hell, going down to the chambers of death.

But he knoweth not that the dead are there; and that her guests are in the depths of hell.

Hell and destruction are before the LORD: how much more then the hearts of the children of men?

The way of life is above to the wise, that he may depart from hell beneath.

Thou shalt beat him with the rod, and shalt deliver his soul from hell.

Hell and destruction are never full; so the eyes of man are never satisfied.

The grave; and the barren womb; the earth that is not filled with water; and the fire that saith not, It is enough.

Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.

Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.

Therefore hell hath enlarged herself, and opened her mouth without measure: and their glory, and their multitude, and their pomp, and he that rejoiceth, shall descend into it.

Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming: it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth; it hath raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations.

Thy pomp is brought down to the grave, and the noise of thy viols: the worm is spread under thee, and the worms cover thee.