Whether thou shalt do marvels to dead men; either leeches shall raise them up, and they shall acknowledge to thee?
Lord, not dead men shall praise thee; neither all men that go down into hell.
I shall not die, but I shall live; and I shall tell the works of the Lord.
I held forth mine hands to thee; my soul was as earth without water to thee.
What profit is in my blood; while I go down into corruption? Whether dust shall acknowledge to thee; either it shall tell of thy truth?
For none there is in death, that is mindful of thee; but in hell who shall acknowledge to thee?
Lord, have thou mercy on me, for I cried all day to thee;
thy dead men shall live, and my slain men shall rise again. Ye that dwell in dust, awake, and praise; for why the dew of light is thy dew, and thou shalt draw down the land of giants into falling.