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 mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
Woe unto 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 thou shalt say, If only it were even and at even thou shalt say, If only it were morning for the fear of thine heart wherewith thou shalt fear, and for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt see.