How miserable i am

I feel like a fruit-picker

Who arrived here

After the harvest

There's nothing here at all

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

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

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 arrive

Right in the room of your very household

And both of their hands are equally skilled

At doing evil, equally skilled

At bribing the judges, equally skilled

At perverting justice

Both of their hands

Both of their hands

No, don't gloat over me

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 the justice

For all i have suffered

And both of his hands

Are equally skilled

At ruining evil, equally skilled

At judging the judges, equally skilled

Administering justice

Both of his hands

Both of his hands

Are equally skilled

At showing me mercy, equally skilled

At loving the loveless, equally skilled

Administering justice

Both of his hands

Both of his hands