9 Sheol beneath is stirred up to meet you when you come; it rouses the shades to greet you, all who were leaders of the earth; it raises from their thrones all who were kings of the nations. 10 All of them will answer and say to you: ‘You too have become as weak as we! You have become like us!’ 11 Your pomp is brought down to Sheol, the sound of your harps; maggots are laid as a bed beneath you, and worms are your covers.
I do not want to go to there.
Not even a little.
This is the terrible end of all pride and grand-standing before God.
God humbles the proud and makes them lay down on maggots only to then cover them with worms.
The boaster's mouth is stopped; their imaginings vanish in the reality of their defeat in death.