Now I would certainly be lying down in peace;
I would be asleep.
Then I would be at rest

There the wicked cease to make trouble,
and there the weary find rest.

I cannot relax or be still;
I have no rest, for trouble comes.

look away from him and let him rest
so that he can enjoy his day like a hired hand.

My roots will have access to water,
and the dew will rest on my branches all night.

I am churning within and cannot rest;
days of suffering confront me.