And I say, 'Who doth give to me a pinion as a dove? I fly away and rest,

All the day they wrest my words, Concerning me all their thoughts are for evil,

Thou hast ascended on high, Thou hast taken captive captivity, Thou hast taken gifts for men, That even the refractory may rest, O Jah God.

To give rest to him from days of evil, While a pit is digged for the wicked.

Where I sware in Mine anger, 'If they come in unto My rest !'

Turn back, O my soul, to thy rest, For Jehovah hath conferred benefits on thee.

Ask ye the peace of Jerusalem, At rest are those loving thee.

Peace is in thy bulwark, rest in thy high places,

Arise, O Jehovah, to Thy rest, Thou, and the ark of Thy strength,

This is My rest for ever and ever, Here do I sit, for I have desired it.