In the morning thou shalt say, Would God it were even! and at even thou shalt say, Would God it were morning! for the fear of thine heart wherewith thou shalt fear, and for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt see.
In the morning thou shalt say, Would God it were even! These words exhibit a striking picture of impatient suffering, longing for the future, in the ardent hope it will bring some respite from present woe, though, when it arrives, it only forces a new and heavier sigh for the anticipated change.