The sun rises, and the sun sets, and then it rushes back to the place where it will rise ⌞again⌟.
As long as the earth exists, planting and harvesting, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night will never stop.”
As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God.
until an arrow pierces his heart, like a bird darting into a trap. He does not realize that it will cost him his life.
“This is what the Lord says: Suppose you could break my arrangement with day and night so that they wouldn’t come at their proper time.
The sun and the moon stand still. They scatter at the light of your arrows, at the bright lightning of your spear.