The dead don't praise the LORD, neither any who go down into silence;
*What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?
Let me not be disappointed, LORD, for I have called on you. Let the wicked be disappointed. Let them be silent in She'ol.
For in death there is no memory of you. In She'ol, who shall give you thanks?
I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
He will keep the feet of his holy ones, but the wicked shall be put to silence in darkness; for no man shall prevail by strength.