Among the dead no one proclaims your name. Who praises you from the grave?
It is not the dead who praise the Lord, those who go down to the place of silence;
Then I called on the name of the Lord: “Lord, save me!”
I will not die but live, and will proclaim what the Lord has done.
“What is gained if I am silenced, if I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise you? Will it proclaim your faithfulness?
Relent, Lord! How long will it be? Have compassion on your servants.
Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might, for in the realm of the dead, where you are going, there is neither working nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom.
As long as it is day, we must do the works of him who sent me. Night is coming, when no one can work.