They have turned night into day, making light seem near in the face of darkness.
When daylight is gone, the murderer rises to kill the poor and needy; in the night he is like a thief.
When I think my bed will comfort me and my couch will ease my complaint,
So I am allotted months of futility, and nights of misery are appointed to me.
In the morning you will say, ‘If only it were evening!’ and in the evening you will say, ‘If only it were morning!’—beca