The wicked shall be turned into hell, all the nations that forget God.

Because thou wilt not leave my soul in hell; nor wilt then give thy holy one to see corruption.

The sorrows of hell encompassed me: and the snares of death prevented me.

Thou hast brought forth, O Lord, my soul from hell: thou hast saved me from them that go down into the pit.

Let me not be confounded, O Lord, for I have called upon thee. Let the wicked be ashamed, and be brought down to hell.

They are laid in hell like sheep: death shall feed upon them. And the just shall have dominion over them in the morning; and their help shall decay in hell from their glory.

But God will redeem my soul from the hand of hell, when he shall receive me.

Let death come upon them, and let them go down alive into hell. For there is wickedness in their dwellings: in the midst of them.

For thy mercy is great towards me: and thou hast delivered my soul out of the lower hell.

For my soul is filled with evils: and my life hath drawn nigh to hell.

Who is the man that shall live, and not see death: that shall deliver his soul from the hand of hell?

Unless the Lord had been my helper, my soul had almost dwelt in hell.

The dead shall not praise thee, O Lord: nor any of them that go down to hell.

The sorrows of death have encompassed me: and the perils of hell have found me. I met with trouble and sorrow:

If I ascend into heaven, thou art there: if I descend into hell, thou art present.

As when the thickness of the earth is broken up upon the ground: Our bones are scattered by the side of hell.

Let us swallow him up alive like hell, and whole as one that goeth down into the pit.

And hath forgotten the covenant of her God: for her house inclineth unto death, and her paths to hell.

Her feet go down into death, and her steps go in as far as hell.

Her house is the way to hell, reaching even to the inner chambers of death.

And he did not know that giants are there, and that her guests are in the depths of hell.

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

The path of life is above for the wise, that he may decline from the lowest hell.

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

Hell and destruction are never filled: so the eyes of men are never satisfied.