Psalm 115:17

New American Bible - revised edition

The dead do not praise the Lord, not all those go down into silence.

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To you, Lord, I cried out; with the Lord I pleaded for mercy:

Let your face shine on your servant; save me in your mercy.

Turn back, Lord, rescue my soul; save me because of your mercy.

For in death there is no remembrance of you. Who praises you in Sheol?

He guards the footsteps of his faithful ones, but the wicked shall perish in the darkness; for not by strength does one prevail.