For the dead do not remember you. Who can praise you from the grave?
The dead cannot sing praises to the Lord, for they have gone into the silence of the grave.
Then I called on the name of the Lord: “Please, Lord, save me!”
I will not die; instead, I will live to tell what the Lord has done.
“What will you gain if I die, if I sink into the grave? Can my dust praise you? Can it tell of your faithfulness?
O Lord, come back to us! How long will you delay? Take pity on your servants!
Whatever you do, do well. For when you go to the grave, there will be no work or planning or knowledge or wisdom.
We must quickly carry out the tasks assigned us by the one who sent us. The night is coming, and then no one can work.