Do you work miracles for the dead? Do they stand up and praise you?
The dead are silent and cannot praise the LORD,
And so my life is safe, and I will live to tell what the LORD has done.
Then I lift my hands in prayer, because my soul is a desert, thirsty for water from you.
“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?
If I die, I cannot praise you or even remember you.
Be kind to me! I pray to you all day.
Your people will rise to life! Tell them to leave their graves and celebrate with shouts. You refresh the earth like morning dew; you give life to the dead.