For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?
The dead praise not Jah, Nor any going down to silence.
And in the name of Jehovah I call: I pray Thee, O Jehovah, deliver my soul,
I do not die, but live, And recount the works of Jah,
`What gain `is' in my blood? In my going down unto corruption? Doth dust thank Thee? doth it declare Thy truth?
Turn back, O Jehovah, till when? And repent concerning Thy servants.
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.
it behoveth me to be working the works of Him who sent me while it is day; night doth come, when no one is able to work: --