⁶ The sorrows of hell compassed me about; the snares of death prevented me;

⁶ Hell is naked before him, and destruction hath no covering.

¹⁰ For thou wilt not leave my soul in hell; neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption.

⁸ If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.

² And said, I cried by reason of mine affliction unto the Lord, and he heard me; out of the belly of hell cried I, and thou heardest my voice.