Our souls are bowing in the dust. Our bodies cling to the ground.
Why do you hide your face ⌞from me⌟ and consider me your enemy?
Why are you so distant, Lord? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?
I am close to death. Give me a new life as you promised.
Ever since I was young, I have been suffering and near death. I have endured your terrors, and now I am in despair.
I will put it in the hands of those who made you suffer. They said to you, “Lie down so that we can walk over you.” So you made your back like the ground and like a street for them to cross.
Those who used to eat delicacies are now destitute in the streets. Those who used to wear expensive clothes now pick through piles of garbage.
