Cry Of Job

Sifted out like grain

Touched by the fire again

The day turns into darkness

I drown my despair

Where is my hope and comfort?

Do I have strength of stone?

I long to see your face

Take me out of this place

Teach me and I will be quiet

Show me where I have been wrong

How painful are honest words

What do your arguments prove?

Surely I speak of those things

I do not understand

Therefore I despise myself

And repent in dust and ash

Where is my hope and comfort?

Do I have strength of stone?

I long to see your face

Take me out of this place