¹⁴ To corruption I have called: -- `Thou `art' my father.' `My mother' and `my sister' -- to the worm.

¹⁰ For Thou dost not leave my soul to Sheol, Nor givest thy saintly one to see corruption.

⁵³ for it behoveth this corruptible to put on incorruption, and this mortal to put on immortality;

⁵⁴ and when this corruptible may have put on incorruption, and this mortal may have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the word that hath been written, `The Death was swallowed up -- to victory;

⁴² So also `is' the rising again of the dead: it is sown in corruption, it is raised in incorruption;

³⁴ `And that He did raise him up out of the dead, no more to return to corruption, he hath said thus -- I will give to you the faithful kindnesses of David;

³⁵ wherefore also in another `place' he saith, Thou shalt not give Thy kind One to see corruption,

³⁶ for David, indeed, his own generation having served by the will of God, did fall asleep, and was added unto his fathers, and saw corruption,

³⁷ but he whom God did raise up, did not see corruption.

²⁷ because Thou wilt not leave my soul to hades, nor wilt Thou give Thy Kind One to see corruption;

²⁸ Thou didst make known to me ways of life, Thou shalt fill me with joy with Thy countenance.

²⁹ `Men, brethren! it is permitted to speak with freedom unto you concerning the patriarch David, that he both died and was buried, and his tomb is among us unto this day;

³⁰ a prophet, therefore, being, and knowing that with an oath God did swear to him, out of the fruit of his loins, according to the flesh, to raise up the Christ, to sit upon his throne,

³¹ having foreseen, he did speak concerning the rising again of the Christ, that his soul was not left to hades, nor did his flesh see corruption.

¹¹ Brought down to Sheol hath been thine excellency, The noise of thy psaltery, Under thee spread out hath been the worm, Yea, covering thee is the worm.

⁹ And still he liveth for ever, He seeth not the pit.

³⁰ My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,

²⁰ Forget him doth the womb, Sweeten `on' him doth the worm, No more is he remembered, And broken as a tree is wickedness.

³² And he -- to the graves he is brought. And over the heap a watch is kept.

³³ Sweet to him have been the clods of the valley, And after him every man he draweth, And before him there is no numbering.

²⁶ Together -- on the dust they lie down, And the worm doth cover them over.

²⁸ And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.

²⁶ And after my skin hath compassed this `body', Then from my flesh I see God: