Dead people do not praise the Lord; those in the grave are silent.
I said, “What good will it do if I die or if I go down to the grave? Dust cannot praise you; it cannot speak about your truth.
Lord, I called to you, so do not let me be disgraced. Let the wicked be disgraced and lie silent in the grave.
Dead people don’t remember you; those in the grave don’t praise you.
I am tired of crying to you. Every night my bed is wet with tears; my bed is soaked from my crying.
He protects those who are loyal to him, but evil people will be silenced in darkness. Power is not the key to success.