For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept -- then there is rest to me,

There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there rest do the wearied in power.

I was not safe -- nor was I quiet -- Nor was I at rest -- and trouble cometh!

To the parts of Sheol ye go down, If together on the dust we may rest.

And He giveth rest, and who maketh wrong? And hideth the face, and who beholdeth it? And in reference to a nation and to a man, It is the same.