The dead do not praise Adonai, nor do any who go down into silence.
To You, Adonai, I called, and to my Lord I made my plea:
Make Your face shine on Your servant. Save me in Your lovingkindness.
Turn toward me, Adonai, deliver my soul! Save me—because of Your mercy.
For there is no memory of You in death, in Sheol who will praise You?
He guards the steps of His godly ones, but the wicked are silenced in darkness. For one does not prevail by might.