How long will my soul be tormented
And break me in pieces with words?

If I cry aloud, still I won't be heard.
I stamp the floor, and leap to the ground, but justice didn't come in.

My ways are fenced
I can't walk through
And my path is full of darkness,
I stumbled upon agony.

I am stripped from contentment
And on my head they made
me wear a crown of thorns
I was no man but a worm
I am poured out like water.

I am broken down on every side
And I am gone.

My hope is uprooted from the tree
There's groaning in my poems
But no one sees it,
Because...