'What gain [is] in my blood? In my going down unto corruption? Doth dust thank Thee? doth it declare Thy truth?

To the dead dost Thou do wonders? Do Rephaim rise? do they thank Thee? Selah.

Are Thy wonders known in the darkness? And Thy righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?

The dead praise not Jah, Nor any going down to silence.

I do not die, but live, And recount the works of Jah,

For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth.

The living, the living, he doth confess Thee.

All that thy hand findeth to do, with thy power do, for there is no work, and device, and knowledge, and wisdom in Sheol whither thou art going.

it behoveth me to be working the works of Him who sent me while it is day; night doth come, when no one is able to work: --