The dead do not praise Yah, Nor any going down to silence.
For in death there is no remembrance of You; Who gives You thanks in the grave?
Do not let me be ashamed, O יהוה, For I have called upon You; Let the wrong be ashamed; Let them be silenced in the grave.
“What gain is there in my blood, When I go down to the pit? Would dust praise You? Would it declare Your truth?
“He guards the feet of His kind ones, but the wrong are silent in darkness, for man does not become mighty by power.
I have grown weary with my groaning; Every night I flood my bed; I drench my couch with my tears.