For in death there is no remembrance of You; in Sheol who will give thanks to You?

What profit is there in my blood, in going down to the pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it declare Your truth?

Will You work wonders for the dead? Shall the dead arise and give thanks to You? Selah

Shall Your wonders be known in the dark? And Your righteousness in the land of oblivion?

For Sheol cannot thank You, death cannot praise You; those who go down into the pit cannot hope for Your truth.

The living, the living man, he shall praise You, as I do this day; the father shall make Your truth known to the children.

Let me not be ashamed, O Jehovah; for I have called upon You. Let the wicked be ashamed; let them be silent in Sheol.

He guards the feet of His saints, but the wicked are silent in darkness. For man does not prevail by might.