Do you show wonders to the dead? Do the dead rise up and praise you? Selah.
The dead don't praise the LORD, neither any who go down into silence;
I will not die, but live, and declare the LORD's works.
I spread forth my hands to you. My soul thirsts for you, like a parched land. Selah.
*What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?
For in death there is no memory of you. In She'ol, who shall give you thanks?
Be merciful to me, Lord, for I call to you all day long.
Your dead shall live. My dead bodies shall arise. Awake and sing, you who dwell in the dust; for your dew is like the dew of herbs, and the earth will cast forth the dead.