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