I meditated on this scripture some years ago, it gave me hope. Hope that one morning when i wake up things will be better. I would after many years of waking up with swollen eyes, and a heavy heart, wake up with blessings and joy.
Much to my dismay, things only got worse and guess what, i hated mornings and sleep was now my escape, my comfort. During this time though he was teaching me;
Remember: His thoughts are not our thoughts. Sleeping is rest but the night is your difficult times. Spiritual darkness.
The morning isn't a different calendar day but the moment your spirit is freed, enlightened and strengthend, which brings joy to your soul.
And the catch is, even in the middle of difficult times. Not that joy comes when they completely disappear.