All through the day I call on You, the Everlasting; I stretch my hands to heaven, weeping and fasting. Imprisoned in the darkness in the deepest abyss, No friendly soul, no sound to relieve my loneliness.
What have I done, my God, to incite your anger? Whom have I hurt to place my soul in such danger? Yet You have cast me down into the lowest grave; Will You not now hear me, my very life to save?
Why do You cast me off and reject me, my Lord? In terror You unsheathe Your double-edged sword. Your wrath sweeps over me like the terrible flood As I plead the mercy of Your beloved Sonβs blood.