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?

The dead do not praise YAH, nor any who go down into silence.

I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of YAH.

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.

Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might; for there is no work nor reasoning nor knowledge nor wisdom in Sheol where you go.

It is necessary for Me to work the works of Him who sent Me while it is day; the night is coming when no one is able to work.