Can the dead sing songs
Praising you from Sheol
Out of darkness and emptiness
Can the dead sing songs
Praising you from Sheol
Out of darkness and emptiness
There is life in me yet
I have your breath
So I moan to you
I am not dead
I remember you
Heal me, Lord
Deliver me
I am not dead
I remember you
Heal me, Lord
Deliver me
Be gracious, I’m languishing
My bones are troubled
My soul is troubled
My bones are troubled
My soul is troubled
My bones are troubled
My soul is troubled
Be gracious, I’m languishing
My bones are troubled
My soul is troubled
My bones are troubled
My soul is troubled
Heal me, Lord
Heal me, Lord
For the sake of your steadfast love
I am weary from moaning
My bed is wet with tears
It happens every night
I am weary from moaning
My bed is wet with tears
My bed is wet with tears
It happens every night
It happens every night
My bed is wet with tears
It happens every night
And I moan to you
I remember you
I am not dead
I am not dead yet, Lord
And I moan to you
I remember you
I am not dead
I am not dead yet, Lord
My eye wastes away with grief
Because of my foes it grows weak
I drench my couch when I weep
My eye wastes away with grief
Because of my foes it grows weak
I drench my couch when I weep
My bed is wet with tears
It happens every night
And I moan to you
Turn, O Lord, deliver my life
You hear my plea
You accept my prayer
You hear my plea
You accept my prayer
You hear my plea
You accept my prayer
Workers of evil, depart
God heard my prayer
He accepts my prayer
God heard my prayer
He accepts my prayer
Workers of evil, depart
God heard my prayer
He accepts my prayer
You hear my plea
Lord, You accept my prayer
Heal me, Lord
Turn, O Lord,
Deliver my life