The dead are silent and cannot praise the LORD,
“What good will it do you if I am in the grave? Once I have turned to dust, how can I praise you or tell how loyal you are?
I pray only to you. Don't disappoint me. Disappoint my cruel enemies until they lie silent in their graves.
If I die, I cannot praise you or even remember you.
My groaning has worn me out. At night my bed and pillow are soaked with tears.
You protect your loyal people, but everyone who is evil will die in darkness. We cannot win a victory by our own strength.