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.

Among those nations you will have no rest nor will there be a place of peaceful rest for the soles of your feet, for there the Lord will give you an anxious heart, failing eyesight, and a spirit of despair.