“What profit is there in my blood, When I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it declare Your truth?
For in death there is no remembrance of You; In the grave who will give You thanks?
For Sheol cannot thank You, Death cannot praise You; Those who go down to the pit cannot hope for Your truth.
Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with your might; for there is no work or device or knowledge or wisdom in the grave where you are going.
I shall not die, but live, And declare the works of the Lord.
I cried to Him with my mouth, And He was extolled with my tongue.