The dead do not praise the Lord, nor do any that go down into silence.
“What profit is there in my death, if I go down to the Pit? Will the dust praise thee? Will it tell of thy faithfulness?
Let me not be put to shame, O Lord, for I call on thee; let the wicked be put to shame, let them go dumbfounded to Sheol.
For in death there is no remembrance of thee; in Sheol who can give thee praise?
I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.
“He will guard the feet of his faithful ones; but the wicked shall be cut off in darkness; for not by might shall a man prevail.