For there is no remembrance of You in death; In Sheol who will give You thanks?
It is not the dead that praise Yah, And it is none of those who go down to silence;
Then I called upon the name of Yahweh: “O Yahweh, I beseech You, provide my soul escape!”
I will not die; indeed I will live, And recount the works of Yah.
“What profit is there in my blood, if I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it declare Your truth?
¶Return, O Yahweh; how long will it be? And be sorry for Your slaves.
Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might; for there is no working or explaining or knowledge or wisdom in Sheol where you are going.
We must work the works of Him who sent Me as long as it is day; night is coming when no one can work.