רֹ֫גֶז

There the wicked cease from troubling. There the weary are at rest.

I am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither have I rest; but trouble comes.”

“Man, who is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble.

Hear, oh, hear the noise of his voice, the sound that goes out of his mouth.

He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet.

It will happen in the day that Yahweh will give you rest from your sorrow, from your trouble, and from the hard service in which you were made to serve,

Yahweh, I have heard of your fame. I stand in awe of your deeds, Yahweh. Renew your work in the middle of the years. In the middle of the years make it known. In wrath, you remember mercy.