The deaddo not praisethe LORD,Nor[do] anywho godowninto silence;
"Whatprofitis there in my blood,if I godownto the pit?Will the dustpraiseYou? Will it declareYour faithfulness?
Let me not be putto shame,O LORD,for I callupon You; Let the wickedbe putto shame,let them be silentin Sheol.
For thereis nomentionof You in death;In Sheolwhowill giveYou thanks?
I am wearywith my sighing;EverynightI make my bedswim,I dissolvemy couchwith my tears.
"He keepsthe feetof His godlyones,But the wickedonesare silencedin darkness;For not by mightshall a manprevail.
