They live out their years in prosperity and go down to the grave in peace.

The underworld is naked before God; the place of destruction lies uncovered.

As a cloud is dispersed and then disappears, so the one who goes down to the grave does not come up again.

It is higher than the heavens – what can you do? It is deeper than Sheol – what can you know?

If I hope for the grave to be my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness,

Will it go down to the barred gates of death? Will we descend together into the dust?”

The drought as well as the heat carry away the melted snow; so the grave takes away those who have sinned.

“O that you would hide me in Sheol, and conceal me till your anger has passed! O that you would set me a time and then remember me!