1-3. I’m the man who has seen trouble,trouble coming from the lash of God’s anger.He took me by the hand and walked meinto pitch-black darkness.Yes, he’s given me the back of his handover and over and over again.
10-12. He’s a prowling bear tracking me down,a lion in hiding ready to pounce.He knocked me from the path and ripped me to pieces.When he finished, there was nothing left of me.He took out his bow and arrowsand used me for target practice.
13-15. He shot me in the stomachwith arrows from his quiver.Everyone took me for a joke,made me the butt of their mocking ballads.He forced rotten, stinking food down my throat,bloated me with vile drinks.
16-18. He ground my face into the gravel.He pounded me into the mud.I gave up on life altogether.I’ve forgotten what the good life is like.I said to myself, “This is it. I’m finished.God is a lost cause.”