What profit is in my blood, in going down to the pit? Shall the dust praise You? Shall it tell of Your truth?
For in death there is no memory of You; in the grave who shall give You thanks?
For the grave cannot praise You, death can not rejoice in You; they who go down into the pit cannot hope for Your truth.
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.
I shall not die, but live and declare the works of Jehovah.
I cried to Him with my mouth, and exaltations were under my tongue.