My God! I keep crying - By day, and thou dost not answer, and, By night, and there is no rest for me.

Yea, rest thy delight on Yahweh, that he may give thee the requests of thy heart.

Then I said - Oh that there were given me a pinion, like a dove, I would fly away and be at rest:

Though ye rest between the folds, The wings of the dove, shall be covered with silver, And, her pinions, with green-shimmering gold.

Thou hast ascended on high, Thou hast led in procession a body of captives, Thou hast received gifts consisting of men, Yea even the rebellious, That, Yah, Elohim, might settle down to rest.

That thou mayest give him rest from the days of misfortune, Until there be digged - for the lawless one - a pit.

And I sware in mine anger, - Verily they shall not enter into my rest.

Return, O my soul, to thy rest, For, Yahweh, hath dealt bountifully with thee.

[RESH] Behold mine affliction, and rescue me, For, thy law, have I not forgotten.

Arise! O Yahweh, unto thy place of rest, Thou, and the ark of thy strength.

This, is my place of rest unto futurity, Here, will I dwell, for I have desired it;