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