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?

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 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.

Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.

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