Wednesday, 8 December 2010

A Song of Sorrow

Let that day be darkness,
let darkness and the shadow of death stain it.
Let a cloud dwell upon it and let that night be solitary.
Let no joyful voice come therein.

For now should I have lain still and been quiet,
as infants which never saw light.
Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery,
and life unto the bitter in soul.

My roarings are poured out like the waters.
For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me,
and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.

I was not in safety,
neither had I rest,
neither was I quiet.
Yet trouble came.