The dead praise not Jehovah, Neither any that go down into silence;
For in death there is no remembrance of thee: In Sheol who shall give thee thanks?
Let me not be put to shame, O Jehovah; for I have called upon thee: Let the wicked be put to shame, let them be silent in Sheol.
What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
He will keep the feet of his holy ones; But the wicked shall be put to silence in darkness; For by strength shall no man prevail.
I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.