Wilt thou do wonder to the dead? if the shades shall arise, shall they praise thee? Silence.
The dead shall not praise Jah, and all going down to silence.
I shall not die, for I shall live and I shall recount the works of Jah.
I spread out my hands to thee: my soul as a weary land for thee. Silence.
What the profit in my blood in my going down to the pit? shall the dust praise thee? shall it announce thy truth?
For in death none remembering thee: in hades who shall give thanks to thee?
Compassionate me, O Jehovah, for to thee I will call all the day.
Thy dead shall live, with my corpse shall they rise. Awake and shout, ye dwelling in dust: for the dew of brightness is thy dew, and the land of the shades shall fall.