How miserable I am
I feel like a fruit-picker who arrived here after the harvest
There's nothing here at all
There's nothing at all here that could placate my hunger
The godly people are all gone
There's not one honest soul left alive here on the planet
We're all murderers and thieves
Setting traps here for even our brothers
[Chorus]
And both of our hands are equally skilled
At doing evil, equally skilled
At bribing the judges, equally skilled
At perverting justice
Both of our hands, both of our hands
[Verse 2]
The day of justice comes
And is even now swiftly arriving
Don't trust anyone at all
Not your best friend or even your wife
For the son hates the father
The daughter despises even her mother
Look, your enemies are right
Right in the room of your very household
No, don't gloat over me
For though I fall, though I fall I will rise again
Though I sit here in darkness
The Lord, the Lord alone, He will be my light
I will be patient as the Lord
Punishes me for the wrongs I've done against Him
After that, He'll take my case
Bringing me to light and to justice for all I have suffered