For now should I have lain down and been quiet; I should have slept; then had I been at rest,

There the wicked cease from troubling; And there the weary are at rest.

I am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither have I rest; But trouble cometh.

And thou shalt be secure, because there is hope; Yea, thou shalt search about thee , and shalt take thy rest in safety.

Look away from him, that he may rest, Till he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.

It shall go down to the bars of Sheol, When once there is rest in the dust.

God giveth them to be in security, and they rest thereon; And his eyes are upon their ways.

In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the pains that gnaw me take no rest.