For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks?

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

Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead? shall the dead arise and praise thee? Selah.

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

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

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

Let me not be ashamed, O LORD; for I have called upon thee: let the wicked be ashamed, and let them be silent in the grave.

He will keep the feet of his saints, and the wicked shall be silent in darkness; for by strength shall no man prevail.