For will You do wonders to the dead? Shall the dead rise and praise You? Selah.
The dead do not praise Jehovah, nor do any who go down into silence.
I shall not die, but live and declare the works of Jehovah.
I stretch forth my hands to You; my soul thirsts after You like a thirsty land. Selah.
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?
Be merciful to me, O Lord; for I cry to You daily.
Your dead ones shall live, together with my dead body they shall arise. Awake and sing, you who dwell in the dust; for your dew is as the dew of lights, and the earth shall cast out the dead.