Dost thou work wonders for the dead? Do the shades rise up to praise thee? Selah
The dead do not praise the Lord, nor do any that go down into silence.
I shall not die, but I shall live, and recount the deeds of the Lord.
I stretch out my hands to thee; my soul thirsts for thee like a parched land. Selah
“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?
For in death there is no remembrance of thee; in Sheol who can give thee praise?
be gracious to me, O Lord, for to thee do I cry all the day.
Thy dead shall live, their bodies shall rise. O dwellers in the dust, awake and sing for joy! For thy dew is a dew of light, and on the land of the shades thou wilt let it fall.