If the Lord had not been my helper,
I would soon rest in the silence of death.

So I swore in My anger,
“They will not enter My rest.”

Return to your rest, my soul,
for the Lord has been good to you.

Rise up, Lord, come to Your resting place,
You and Your powerful ark.

“This is My resting place forever;
I will make My home here
because I have desired it.

You observe my travels and my rest;
You are aware of all my ways.

The Lord is good to everyone;
His compassion rests on all He has made.