Cry of Job

Sifted out like grain
Touched by the fire again
The day turns into darkness
I drown my despair

Where is my hope and comfort?
Do i have strength of stone?
I long to see your face
Take me out of this place

Teach me and i will be quiet
Show me where i have been wrong
How painful are honest words
What do your arguments prove?

Surely i speak of those things
I do not understand
Therefore i despise myself
And repent in dust and ash

Where is my hope and comfort?
Do i have strength of stone?
I long to see your face
Take me out of this place