Will You work wonders for the dead? Shall the dead arise and praise You? Selah
For in death there is no remembrance of You; In the grave who will give You thanks?
Your dead shall live; Together with my dead body they shall arise. Awake and sing, you who dwell in dust; For your dew is like the dew of herbs, And the earth shall cast out the dead.
“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.
The dead do not praise the Lord, Nor any who go down into silence.
Be merciful to me, O Lord, For I cry to You all day long.
I spread out my hands to You; My soul longs for You like a thirsty land. Selah