Would You work wonders for the dead? Would the dead rise to praise You? Selah.
The dead do not praise Yah, Nor any going down to silence.
Let me not die, but live, And declare the works of Yah.
I have spread out my hands to You; My being is like a thirsty land for You. Selah.
“What gain is there in my blood, When I go down to the pit? Would dust praise You? Would it declare Your truth?
For in death there is no remembrance of You; Who gives You thanks in the grave?
Show favour to me, O יהוה, For I cry to You all day long.
Let Your dead live, together with my dead body, let them arise. Awake and sing, you who dwell in dust; for Your dew is a dew of light, and let the earth give birth to the departed spirits.