Evening, morning, and at noon, I will cry out in distress. He will hear my voice.

They return at evening, howling like dogs, and prowl around the city.

At evening let them return. Let them howl like a dog, and go around the city.

They also who dwell in faraway places are afraid at your wonders. You call the morning's dawn and the evening with songs of joy.

In the morning it sprouts and springs up. By evening, it is withered and dry.

Man goes forth to his work, to his labor until the evening.

I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a locust.

Let my prayer be set before you like incense; the lifting up of my hands like the evening sacrifice.