Can the Dead Rise up to Praise?

O God of my salvation, do you not hear?
My soul is full of trouble and death is near.
You sunk me to the bottom among the dead.
Your wrath is heavy on me; I have no friend.
Can the dead rise up to praise,
sing of mercy from the grave?
Is Your faithfulness proclaimed
even in the darkest place?
I cry in prayer before You; You hide Your face.
Your wrath has overwhelmed me and I can’t
escape.
Your terrors have destroyed me; they flood the day.
All those who ever loved me are far way.