He makes me to lie down in green pastures. 

The wicked are like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest … “There is no peace,” says my God, “for the wicked.”

Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. § Rest in the Lord. § He who has entered His rest has himself also ceased from his works.

Do not be carried about with various and strange doctrines. For it is good that the heart be established by grace. § We should no longer be children, tossed to and fro and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the trickery of men, in the cunning craftiness of deceitful plotting, but, speaking the truth in love, may grow up in all things into Him who is the head—Christ.

I sat down in his shade with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.

Ps. 23:2; Isa. 57:20–21; Matt. 11:28; Ps. 37:7; Heb. 4:10; 13:9; Eph. 4:14–15; Song 2:3–4

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