The Sire of Sorrow (Job's Sad Song)

Let me speak

Let me spit out my bitterness

Born of grief and nights without sleep

And festering flesh

Do you have eyes?

Can you see like mankind sees?

Why have you soured and curdled me?

Oh, you tireless watcher

What have I done to you?

That you make everything I dread

And everything I fear come true

Once I was blessed

I was awaited like the rain

Like eyes for the blind

Like feet for the lame

Kings heard my words

And they sought out my company

But now, the janitors of Shadowland

Flick their brooms at me

Oh, you tireless watcher

What have I done to you?

That you make everything I dread

And everything I fear come true

(Man is the sire of sorrow)

I've lost all taste for life

I'm all complaints

Tell me, why do you starve the faithful?

Why do you crucify the saints?

And you let the wicked prosper

You let their children frisk like deer

And my loves are dead or dying

Or they don't come near

(We don't despise your chastening)

(God is correcting you)

Oh and look who comes to counsel my deep distress

Oh, these pompous physicians

What carelessness

(Oh all this ranting, all this wind)

(Filling our ears with trash)

Breathtaking ignorance

Adding insult to injury

They come blaming and shaming

(Evil doer)

And shattering me

(This vain man wishes to seem wise, a man born of asses)

Oh, you tireless watcher

What have I done to you?

That you make everything I dread

And everything I fear come true

(We don't despise your chastening)

Already on a bed of sighs and screams

And still, you torture me with visions

You give me terrifying dreams

Better I was carried from the womb straight to the grave

I see the diggers waiting

They're leaning on their spades

(Man is the sire of sorrow)

(Sure as the sparks ascend)

Where is hope while you're wondering what went wrong?

Why give me light and then this dark without a dawn?

(Evil is sweet in your mouth)

(Hiding under your tongue)

Show your face

(What a long fall from grace)

Help me understand

What is the reason for your heavy hand?

(You're stumbling in shadows)

(You have no name now)

Was it the sins of my youth?

What have I done to you?

That you make everything I dread

And everything I fear come true

(Oh, your guilt must weigh so greatly)

Everything I dread and everything I fear come true

(Man is the sire of sorrow)

Oh, you make everything I dread

And everything I fear come true