`What gain `is' in my blood? In my going down unto corruption? Doth dust thank Thee? doth it declare Thy truth?
I do not die, but live, And recount the works of Jah,
For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?
Unto Him `with' my mouth I have called, And exaltation `is' under my tongue.
All that thy hand findeth to do, with thy power do, for there is no work, and device, and knowledge, and wisdom in Sheol whither thou art going.
For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth.