For in death there is no remembrance of thee. In Sheol who shall give thee thanks?
The dead do not praise LORD, nor any who go down into silence,
Whatever thy hand finds to do, do with thy might, for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in Sheol, where thou go.
What profit is there in my blood when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? Shall it declare thy truth?
I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of LORD.
I must work the works of him who sent me while it is day. Night comes when no man can work.
Return, O LORD. How long? And relent concerning thy servants.
Then I called upon the name of LORD. O LORD, I beseech thee, deliver my soul.