When I go to my bed, I say, When will it be time to get up? but the night is long, and I am turning from side to side till morning light.

So man goes down to his last resting-place and comes not again: till the heavens come to an end, they will not be awake or come out of their sleep.

If only you would keep me safe in the underworld, putting me in a secret place till your wrath is past, giving me a fixed time when I might come to your memory again!

If death takes a man, will he come to life again? All the days of my trouble I would be waiting, till the time came for me to be free.