There the wicked cease from turmoil, and there the weary are at rest.

I have no ease, I have no quietness; I cannot rest; turmoil has come upon me.”

“Man, born of woman, lives but a few days, and they are full of trouble.

Listen carefully to the thunder of his voice, to the rumbling that proceeds from his mouth.

In excitement and impatience it consumes the ground; it cannot stand still when the trumpet is blown.

When the Lord gives you relief from your suffering and anxiety, and from the hard labor which you were made to perform,

Lord, I have heard the report of what you did; I am awed, Lord, by what you accomplished. In our time repeat those deeds; in our time reveal them again. But when you cause turmoil, remember to show us mercy!