Bible Verses About Night

So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.

If I lay down then I said, `When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.

At the light doth the murderer rise, He doth slay the poor and needy, And in the night he is as a thief.

And the eye of an adulterer Hath observed the twilight, Saying, `No eye doth behold me.' And he putteth the face in secret.

Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.

My root is open unto the waters, And dew doth lodge on my branch.

I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night on my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.

Thou hast proved my heart, Thou hast inspected by night, Thou hast tried me, Thou findest nothing; My thoughts pass not over my mouth.

Day to day uttereth speech, And night to night sheweth knowledge.

My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.

For--a moment is in His anger, Life is in His good-will, At even remaineth weeping, and at morn singing.

If I have remembered Thee on my couch, In the watches--I meditate on Thee.

Thine is the day, also Thine is the night, Thou hast prepared a light giver--the sun.

I remember my music in the night, With my heart I meditate, and my spirit doth search diligently:

Thou settest darkness, and it is night, In it doth every beast of the forest creep.

The young lions are roaring for prey, And to seek from God their food.

The sun riseth, they are gathered, And in their dens they crouch.

Man goeth forth to his work, And to his service--till evening.

Mine eyes have gone before the watches, To meditate in Thy saying.

A Song of the Ascents. Lo, bless Jehovah, all servants of Jehovah, Who are standing in the house of Jehovah by night.

And I say, `Surely darkness bruiseth me, Then night is light to me.

In the twilight--in the evening of day, In the darkness of night and blackness.

She hath perceived when her merchandise is good, Her lamp is not extinguished in the night.

On my couch by night, I sought him whom my soul hath loved; I sought him, and I found him not!

I am sleeping, but my heart waketh: The sound of my beloved knocking! `Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled with dew, My locks with drops of the night.'