For in death there is no remembrance of thee: In Sheol who shall give thee thanks?
The dead praise not Jehovah, Neither any that go down into silence;
Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in Sheol, whither thou goest.
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 Jehovah.
We must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work.
Return, O Jehovah; how long? And let it repent thee concerning thy servants.
Then called I upon the name of Jehovah: O Jehovah, I beseech thee, deliver my soul.