In death, no one remembers you. In the grave, who praises you?
Those who are dead do not praise the Lord, nor do those who go into the silence ⌞of the grave⌟.
But I kept calling on the name of the Lord: “Please, Lord, rescue me!”
I will not die, but I will live and tell what the Lord has done.
“How will you profit if my blood is shed, if I go into the pit? Will the dust ⌞of my body⌟ give thanks to you? Will it tell about your truth?”
Return, Lord! How long … ? Change your plans about ⌞us,⌟ your servants.
Whatever presents itself for you to do, do it with ⌞all⌟ your might, because there is no work, planning, knowledge, or skill in the grave where you’re going.
We must do what the one who sent me wants us to do while it is day. The night when no one can do anything is coming.
