Jobs Lament
Why is light given to a man who suffers
Why is life given to the bitter of soul
Who long for death, but there is none
Who dig for it more than buried gold
Who rejoice greatly and exult
When they finally find the grave

Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden
Why is life given to those whom God has hedged in
For my groans come at the sight of my food
For my cries pour out like water
And what i fear finds me
And what i dread befalls me

I am not at ease, nor am i quiet
I am not at rest, but turmoil comes