As soon as I lie down, I say, When shall I arise? yet he lengtheneth out the evening, and I am wearied with tossings until the breeze of twilight.

So, a man, hath lain down, and shall not arise, until there are no heavens, they shall not awake, nor be roused up out of their sleep.

Oh that, in hades, thou wouldst hide me! that thou wouldst keep me secret, until the turn of thine anger, that thou wouldst set for me a fixed time, and remember me:

If a man die, can he live again? All the days of my warfare, would I wait, until my relief should come: -

Far be it from me! that I should justify, you, - Even until I breathe my last, will I not let go mine integrity from me:

Lo! I waited for your words, I kept giving ear for your reasons, until ye should search out what to say;