Will you show wonders to the dead? shall the dead arise and praise you? Selah.
The dead praise not the LORD, neither any that go down into silence.
I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the LORD.
I stretch forth my hands unto you: my soul thirsts after you, as a thirsty land. Selah.
What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? shall it declare your truth?
For in death there is no remembrance of you: in the grave who shall give you thanks?
Be merciful unto me, O Lord: for I cry unto you daily.
Your dead men shall live, together with my dead body shall they arise. Awake and sing, you that dwell in dust: for your dew is like the dew of herbs, and the earth shall cast out the dead.