I've had enough. I'm no better.
I've tried, over and over; and now I'm tired.
Like an outcast, I fled alone
Into the wilderness, away from this world.
I crave a drift into an untroubled dream
An endless sleep under the tree.

Let's just face it: I'm defeated.
I've fought, valiantly; and now I'm broken.
Yes, the fire was astounding. The miracle was resplendent.
Indeed, we've even managed to sway a few.
Yet the prophets of Baal will never die out.
They sprout like vines; they coil like vipers.

They tear down your altar in rapture.
They defile the holy sanctuary
With foreign idols, and your prophets' blood.
Just now, the sword of Jezebel barely missed me.
And the vultures they lurk, they circle, awaiting my downfall.
Shattered to pieces, I now lie in the cave.

Where has the zeal gone? Where is the passion now?
What has become of me, the once intimidating man of God?
And where have you been——the Almighty, the Lord I serve
When they tarnish your covenant and blaspheme your name?

Now I'm the only one left standing for you——
No, no longer standing. My strength has burnt out.
Why do you question me, O mighty Angel, the divine messenger?
I no longer know my path, nor do I care anymore.

I've come to Horeb, awaiting the passage of my Lord.
I hear the powerful wind, rending mountains and shattering rocks.
I feel the quake beneath, shaking the very spine of the earth.
I see the raging fire, blazing, roaring, all-consuming.
But the Lord is not here yet. He remains silent amidst the chaos.

Then after the fire I hear a gentle whisper.
A still, small voice, but so dear to my ears.
Why do you question me, O my Lord, keeper of all answers?
I know not where my path lies; I humbly await your guidance.

Now I'll rise, eat and drink, and return to my duty.
I'll flee no more, but trace the track Your hands have laid.
The winter is no longer too chilly for the bones
when there are still seven thousand faithful elect, hidden beneath the ice
The night is no longer too heavy upon one's shoulder
When there comes a whisper after the fire