Oh bleak day, why did you ever come my way?
Oh sun, where are your warm regenerative rays?
My skin is cold and pale, my heart fails.
Oh, that I was in a boat that I might sail!
Oh, that I was a bird that I might far away fly!
The clouds should then cover my cries.
Yet sit I here all alone and pained.
This is an illness unfeigned.
The fire consumes away my mind.
The world has laid upon me an unjust crime.
Oh that someone knew what I say!
Oh the price that Iâ€™d pay.
Why do the oppressed go on all the day crying for the mercy of God in vain,
While the wicked are spread about as the rain.
How are the righteous slain,
How do the wicked gain?
Oh God tell meâ€¦