For in death there is no remembrance of You; in Sheol who will give You thanks?
The dead do not praise the Lord, nor do any who go down into silence.
Then I called upon the name of the Lord: “O Lord, I beseech You, deliver my soul.”
I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the Lord.
“What profit is there in my death, if I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it declare Your faithfulness?
Return, O Lord! How long? Have compassion on Your servants!
Whatever your hands find to do, do with your strength; for there is no work or planning or knowledge or wisdom in Sheol where you are going.
I must do the works of Him who sent Me while it is day. Night is coming when no one can work.