What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? shall it declare your truth?

Will you show wonders to the dead? shall the dead arise and praise you? Selah.

Shall your wonders be known in the dark? and your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?

The dead praise not the LORD, neither any that go down into silence.

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

For the grave cannot praise you, death can not celebrate you: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for your truth.

The living, the living, he shall praise you, as I do this day: the father to the children shall make known your truth.

Whatsoever your hand finds to do, do it with your might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, where you go.

I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night comes, when no man can work.