For in death there is no remembrance of You; In the grave who will give You thanks?
The dead do not praise the Lord, Nor any who go down into silence.
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.
“What profit is there in my blood, When I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it declare Your truth?
I shall not die, but live, And declare the works of the Lord.
I must work the works of Him who sent Me while it is day; the night is coming when no one can work.
Return, O Lord! How long? And have compassion on Your servants.
Then I called upon the name of the Lord: “O Lord, I implore You, deliver my soul!”