My eye fails from affliction. I call upon You every day, Adonai. I spread out my hands to You.
The dead do not praise Adonai, nor do any who go down into silence.
I will not die, but live, and proclaim what Adonai has done!
I spread forth my hands to You. My soul longs for You as a parched land. Selah
To You, Adonai, I called, and to my Lord I made my plea:
Turn toward me, Adonai, deliver my soul! Save me—because of Your mercy.
Be gracious to me, my Lord, for to You I cry all day.
Yet it will be: “Your dead will live! My corpses will rise! Awake and shout for joy, you who dwell in the dust! Your dew is like the dew of the dawn. The land of dead souls will come to life!