They would change the night into day; where there is darkness they talk of approaching light.
My days pass by, my plans are at an end, the yearning of my heart.
If my only hope is dwelling in Sheol, and spreading my couch in darkness,
Ah! Those who call evil good, and good evil, who change darkness to light, and light into darkness, who change bitter to sweet, and sweet into bitter!
In the morning you will say, “Would that it were evening!” and in the evening you will say, “Would that it were morning!” because of the dread that your heart must feel and the sight that your eyes must see.