¹⁷ The dead praise not Jah, Nor any going down to silence.

⁵ For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?

¹⁷ O Jehovah, let me not be ashamed, For I have called Thee, let the wicked be ashamed, Let them become silent to Sheol.

¹⁰ To the dead dost Thou do wonders? Do Rephaim rise? do they thank Thee? Selah.

¹¹ Is Thy kindness recounted in the grave? Thy faithfulness in destruction?

¹² Are Thy wonders known in the darkness? And Thy righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?

⁹ The feet of His saints He keepeth, And the wicked in darkness are silent, For not by power doth man become mighty.

⁹ `What gain `is' in my blood? In my going down unto corruption? Doth dust thank Thee? doth it declare Thy truth?

¹⁸ For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth.

¹⁹ The living, the living, he doth confess Thee.