The dead, nor who to silence go, God's praise do not record.
Because those that deceased are Of thee shall no remembrance have; And who is he that will to thee Give praises lying in the grave?
Let me not be asham'd, O Lord, for on thee call'd I have: Let wicked men be sham'd, let them be silent in the grave.
What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to pit? Shall unto thee the dust give praise? thy truth declare shall it?
I with my groaning weary am, I also all the night my bed Have caused for to swim; and I With tears my couch have watered.