For no one remembers you when they're dead. Who is able to praise you from the grave?
The dead do not praise the Lord, those who have gone down into the silence of the grave.
Then I cried out to the Lord, “Lord, please save me!”
I'm not going to die. In fact I'm going to live, and let people know what the Lord has done.
What would you gain if I die, if I go down into the pit of death? Would my dust praise you? Would it tell of your trustworthiness?
Lord, how long will it be before you come back to us and have pity on us your servants?
Whatever you do, do it with all your strength, for when you go to the grave there's no more working or thinking, no more knowing or being wise.
we have to keep on doing the work of the one who sent me as long as it is still daytime. The night is coming when no one can work.