Translations
Down to the grave your grandeur descends, along with the music of your harps! Maggots are your mattress and worms your shroud.
Your pomp is brought down to Sh'ol — the sound of your lyres! Maggots are your bed beneath you, and worms are your blanket.
Thy pomp is brought down to the grave, and the noise of thy viols: the worm is spread under thee, and the worms cover thee.
Your pomp has been brought down to Sheol, along with the music of your harps. Maggots are your bed and worms your blanket.

