Before him the coastlands will bow down, and his enemies will lick the dust.

For he knows what we are made of; he realizes we are made of clay.

“What profit is there in taking my life, in my descending into the Pit? Can the dust of the grave praise you? Can it declare your loyalty?

All of the thriving people of the earth will join the celebration and worship; all those who are descending into the grave will bow before him, including those who cannot preserve their lives.