For there is no memory of You in death; who shall give thanks to You in Sheol?
The dying do not praise Jehovah, nor all who go down into silence;
and I call on the name of Jah: O Jehovah, I pray, deliver my soul!
I shall not die, but I shall live and declare the works of Jah.
What profit is in my blood, in going down to the Pit? Shall the dust praise You? Shall it tell of Your truth?
Return, O Jehovah! Until when? And give pity to Your servants.
All that your hand finds to do, do it with your strength. For there is no work, or planning, or knowledge, or wisdom, in Sheol, there where you go.
It is necessary for Me to work the works of the One having sent Me while it is day. Night comes when no one is able to work.