For there is no mention of You in death; In Sheol, who will praise You?

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

For You will not abandon my soul to Sheol; You will not allow Your Holy One to undergo decay.

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

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

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

Like sheep they sink down to Sheol; Death will be their shepherd; And the upright will rule over them in the morning, And their form shall be for Sheol to consume So that they have no lofty home.

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

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

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

For my soul has had enough troubles, And my life has approached Sheol.

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

The snares of death encompassed me And the terrors of Sheol came upon me; I found distress and sorrow.

If I ascend to heaven, You are there; If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, You are there.

As when one plows and breaks open the earth, Our bones have been scattered at the mouth of Sheol.