When I lie down, I say, ‘When shall I arise?’ But the night continues, And I am continually tossing until dawn.

Why then do You not forgive my wrongdoing And take away my guilt? For now I will lie down in the dust; And You will search for me, but I will no longer exist.”

You would lie down and none would disturb you, And many would flatter you.

But you smear me with lies; You are all worthless physicians.

But a man dies and lies prostrate. A person passes away, and where is he?

So a man lies down and does not rise. Until the heavens no longer exist, He will not awake nor be woken from his sleep.

His bones are full of his youthful strength, But it lies down with him in the dust.

Together they lie down in the dust, And maggots cover them.

He lies down rich, but never again; He opens his eyes, and it no longer exists.

My root is spread out to the waters, And dew lies on my branch all night.

Should I lie about my right? My wound is incurable, though I am without wrongdoing.’

When they crouch in their hiding places, And lie in wait in their lair?

He lies down under the lotus plants, In the hiding place of the reeds and the marsh.