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How miserable I am I feel like the fruitpicker who arrived here after the harvest There's nothing here at all There's nothin at all that could placate my hunger The godly people are all gone There's not one honest soul left alive here on the planet We're all murders and theives Setting traps here for even our brothers And both of our hands Are equally skilled At doing evil Equally skilled At bribing the judges Equally skilled At perverting justice Both of our hands Both of our hands The day of justice comes And is even now swiftly arriving Don't trust anyone at all Not your best friend or even your wife For the son hates the father The daughter despises even the mother Look! Your enemies are right Right in the room of your very household And both of thier hands Are equally skilled At doing evil Equally skilled At bribing the judges Equally skilled At perverting justice Both of their hands Both of their hands No, don't gloat over me For though I fall, though I fall I will rise again Though I sit here in darkness The Lord, the Lord alone He will be my light I will be patient as the Lord Punishes me for the wrongs I've done against him After that he'll take my case Bringing me to light and to justice For all I have suffered And both of his hands are equally skilled At ruing evil Equally skilled At judging the judges Equally skilled At ministering justice both of his hands both of his hands are equally skilled At showing the mercy Equally skilled At loving the lover Equally skilled At ministering justice Both of his hands Both of his hands |