The dead shall not praise Jah, and all going down to silence.
For in death none remembering thee: in hades who shall give thanks to thee?
O Jehovah, I shall not be ashamed, for I called upon thee: the unjust shall be ashamed and they shall be destroyed to hades.
What the profit in my blood in my going down to the pit? shall the dust praise thee? shall it announce thy truth?
He will watch the feet of the merciful and the unjust shall be silent in darkness; for not by strength shall man prevail.
I was wearied with my sighing all the night I shall make my bed to swim with my tears; I shall make my couch to flow.