What profit is in my blood, in going down to the pit? Shall the dust praise You? Shall it tell of Your truth?
I shall not die, but live and declare the works of Jehovah.
For in death there is no memory of You; in the grave who shall give You thanks?
I cried to Him with my mouth, and exaltations were under my tongue.
Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might; for there is no work, nor plan, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave where you go.
For the grave cannot praise You, death can not rejoice in You; they who go down into the pit cannot hope for Your truth.