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How miserable I am I feel like a fruit picker who arrived here after the harvest
There's nothing here at all, there's nothing at all here that could placate my hunger
The godly people are all gone. There's not one honest soul left here on the planet
We're all murderers and thieves. Setting traps here for even our brothers


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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 her mother
Look! Your enemy’s arrived right in the room of your very household


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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, and the Lord alone He will be my light.
I will be patient as the Lord punishes me for the wrongs that I've done against Him
After that He'll take my case bringing me to light and to justice for all I have suffered


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And both of His hands are equally skilled
At ruining evil, equally skilled
At judging the judges equally skilled
Administering justice both of His hands
Both of His hands are equally skilled
At showing me mercy, equally skilled
At loving the loveless, equally skilled
Administering justice, both of His hands, both of His hands