Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead? Shall the dead arise and praise thee? Selah.
For in death there is no remembrance of thee: In the grave who shall give thee thanks?
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.
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.
The dead praise not the LORD, Neither any that go down into silence.
Be merciful unto me, O Lord: For I cry unto thee daily.
I stretch forth my hands unto thee: My soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.