But together they lie down in the dust, and worms cover them both.
Your pomp has been brought down to Sheol, along with the music of your harps. Maggots are your bed and worms your blanke
It is the same for all: There is a common fate for the righteous and the wicked, for the good and the bad, for the clean
The youthful vigor that fills his bones will lie down with him in the dust.
The captives enjoy their ease; they do not hear the voice of the oppressor.
The womb forgets them; the worm feeds on them; they are remembered no more. So injustice is broken like a tree.
and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’
Even after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I will see God.
Like sheep they are destined for Sheol. Death will be their shepherd. The upright will rule them in the morning, and the