Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
thus I have been made to inherit months of futility, and nights of sorrow have been appointed to me.
Before daybreak the murderer rises up; he kills the poor and the needy; in the night he is like a thief.
In the morning you will say, 'If only it were evening!' And in the evening you will say, 'I wish it were morning!' because of the things you will fear and the things you will see.