They make night into day; ‘The light,’ they say, ‘is near to the darkness.’
My days are past; my plans are broken off, the desires of my heart.
If I look for Sheol as my house, if I spread my couch in darkness,
Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!
In the morning you shall say, ‘If only it were evening!’ and at evening you shall say, ‘If only it were morning!’—because of the dread that your heart shall feel and the sights that your eyes shall see.