For in death there is no memory of You; in the grave who shall give You thanks?
The dead do not praise Jehovah, nor do any who go down into silence.
Then I called on the name of Jehovah; O Jehovah, I beseech You, deliver my soul.
I shall not die, but live and declare the works of Jehovah.
What profit is in my blood, in going down to the pit? Shall the dust praise You? Shall it tell of Your truth?
Return, O Jehovah! How long? And give pity to Your servants.
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 must work the works of Him who sent Me, while it is day. Night comes when no man can work.