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.

Let’s swallow them alive like Sheol, Even whole, like those who go down to the pit;

Her feet go down to death, Her steps take hold of Sheol.

Her house is the way to Sheol, Descending to the chambers of death.

But he does not know that the dead are there, That her guests are in the depths of Sheol.

Sheol and Abaddon lie open before the Lord, How much more the hearts of mankind!

The path of life leads upward for the wise, So that he may keep away from Sheol below.

You shall strike him with the rod And rescue his soul from Sheol.

Sheol and Abaddon are never satisfied, Nor are the eyes of a person ever satisfied.

Sheol, the infertile womb, Earth that is never satisfied with water, And fire that never says, “Enough.”

Whatever Your Hand Finds to Do

Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might; for there is no activity, planning, knowledge, or wisdom in Sheol where you are going.

Put me like a seal over your heart, Like a seal on your arm. For love is as strong as death, Jealousy is as severe as Sheol; Its flames are flames of fire, The flame of the Lord.

Therefore Sheol has enlarged its throat and opened its mouth beyond measure; And Jerusalem’s splendor, her multitude, her noise of revelry, and the jubilant within her, descend into it.

“Ask for a sign for yourself from the Lord your God; make it deep as Sheol or high as heaven.”

Sheol below is excited about you, to meet you when you come; It stirs the spirits of the dead for you, all the leaders of the earth; It raises all the kings of the nations from their thrones.

Your pride and the music of your harps Have been brought down to Sheol; Maggots are spread out as your bed beneath you And worms are your covering.’

Nevertheless you will be brought down to Sheol, To the recesses of the pit.