The sun rises, and the sun goes down, and hastens to the place where it rises.
The sun and moon stood still in their place at the light of your arrows as they sped, at the flash of your glittering spear.
As a deer pants for flowing streams, so pants my soul for you, O God.
While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease.”
“Thus says the Lord: If you can break my covenant with the day and my covenant with the night, so that day and night will not come at their appointed time,
till an arrow pierces its liver; as a bird rushes into a snare; he does not know that it will cost him his life.