1-3. I’m the man who has seen trouble,trouble coming from the lash of God’s anger.He took me by the hand and walked meinto pitch-black darkness.Yes, he’s given me the back of his handover and over and over again.
4-6. He turned me into a scarecrowof skin and bones, then broke the bones.He hemmed me in, ganged up on me,poured on the trouble and hard times.He locked me up in deep darkness,like a corpse nailed inside a coffin.
7-9. He shuts me in so I’ll never get out,manacles my hands, shackles my feet.Even when I cry out and plead for help,he locks up my prayers and throws away the key.He sets up blockades with quarried limestone.He’s got me cornered.