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