What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? shall it declare your truth?
I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the LORD.
For in death there is no remembrance of you: in the grave who shall give you thanks?
I cried unto him with my mouth, and he was extolled with my tongue.
Whatsoever your hand finds to do, do it with your might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, where you go.
For the grave cannot praise you, death can not celebrate you: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for your truth.