The dead do not praise the Lord, nor do any who go down into silence.
“What profit is there in my death, if I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it declare Your faithfulness?
Do not let me be ashamed, O Lord, for I have called upon You; let the wicked be ashamed, and let them go silently to Sheol.
For in death there is no remembrance of You; in Sheol who will give You thanks?
I am weary with my groaning; all night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.
He will guard the feet of His saints, but the wicked will be silent in darkness. “For by strength shall no man prevail.