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