For in death there is no remembrance of you; in Sheol who will give you praise?
The dead do not praise the Lord, nor do any who go down into silence.
Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with your might, for there is no work or thought or knowledge or wisdom in Sheol, to which you are going.
“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?
I shall not die, but I shall live, and recount the deeds of the Lord.
We must work the works of him who sent me while it is day; night is coming, when no one can work.
Return, O Lord! How long? Have pity on your servants!
Then I called on the name of the Lord: “O Lord, I pray, deliver my soul!”