They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
If I wait, the grave is my house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
Woe to them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!
In the morning you shall say, Would God it were even! and at even you shall say, Would God it were morning! for the fear of your heart with which you shall fear, and for the sight of your eyes which you shall see.