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