The dead do not praise the Lord, nor do any who go down into silence.
For in death there is no remembrance of you; in Sheol who will give you praise?
O Lord, let me not be put to shame, for I call upon you; let the wicked be put to shame; let them go silently to Sheol.
“What profit is there in my death, if I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise you? Will it tell of your faithfulness?
“He will guard the feet of his faithful ones, but the wicked shall be cut off in darkness, for not by might shall a man prevail.
I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.