Under the lotus trees it lies, in the secrecy of the reeds and the marsh.

For now I would be lying down and would be quiet, I would be asleep and then at peace

And you will be secure, because there is hope; you will be protected and will take your rest in safety.

His bones were full of his youthful vigor, but that vigor will lie down with him in the dust.

Together they lie down in the dust, and worms cover over them both.

He goes to bed wealthy, but will do so no more. When he opens his eyes, it is all gone.

Night pierces my bones; my gnawing pains never cease.

Who by wisdom can count the clouds, and who can tip over the water jars of heaven,

If I lie down, I say, ‘When will I arise?’, and the night stretches on and I toss and turn restlessly until the day dawns.

so man lies down and does not rise; until the heavens are no more, they will not awake nor arise from their sleep.

And why do you not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? For now I will lie down in the dust, and you will seek me diligently, but I will be gone.”