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