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?
For the grave cannot praise thee, death cannot celebrate thee: They that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.
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.
I shall not die, but live, And declare the works of the LORD.
I cried unto him with my mouth, And he was extolled with my tongue.