Wilt thou show wonders to the dead? Shall the dead arise and praise thee? 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 thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.
What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? Shall it declare thy truth?
For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks?
Be merciful unto me, O Lord: for I cry unto thee daily.
Thy dead men shall live, together with my dead body shall they arise. Awake and sing, ye that dwell in dust: for thy dew is as the dew of herbs, and the earth shall cast out the dead.