The Sire Of Sorrow (job's Sad Song) Lyrics - Mitchell Joni

Let me speak 

Let me spit out my bitterness 

Born of grief and nights without sleep 

And festering flesh 

Do you have eyes? 

Can you see like mankind sees? 

Why have you soured and curdled me? 

Oh, you tireless watcher 

What have I done to you? 

That you make everything I dread and everything I fear 

Come true 

Once I was blessed 

I was awaited like the rain 

Like eyes for the blind 

Like feet for the lame 

Kings heard my words 

And they sought out my company 

But now the janitors of Shadowland 

Flick their brooms at me 

Oh, you tireless watcher 

What have I done to you? 

That you make everything I dread and everything I fear 

Come true? (Man is the sire of sorrow) 

I've lost all taste for life 

I'm all complaints 

Tell me why do you starve the faithful? 

Why do you crucify the saints? 

And you let the wicked prosper 

You let their children frisk like deer 

And my loves are dead or dying 

Or they don't come near 

(We don't despise your chastening 

God is correcting you) 

Oh, and look who comes 

To counsel my deep distress 

Oh, these pompous physicians 

What carelessness! 

(Oh all this ranting, all this wind 

Filling our ears with trash) 

Breathtaking ignorance 

Adding insult to injury! 

They come blaming and shaming (Evil doer) 

And shattering me 

(This vain man wishes to seem wise 

A man born of asses) 

Oh you tireless watcher! 

What have I done to you? 

That you make everything I dread and everything I fear 

Come true? 

(We don't despise your chastening) 

Already on a bed of sighs and screams 

And still you torture me with visions 

You give me terrifying dreams! 

Better I was carried from the womb straight to the grave 

I see the diggers waiting, they're leaning on their spades 

(Man is the sire of sorrow 

Sure as the sparks ascend) 

Where is hope? 

While you're wondering what went wrong? 

Why give me light and then this dark without a dawn? 

(Evil is sweet in your mouth 

Hiding under your tongue) 

Show your face! 

(What a long fall from grace) 

Help me understand! 

What is the reason for your heavy hand? 

(You're stumbling in shadows 

You have no name now) 

Was it the sins of my youth? 

What have I done to you? 

That you make everything I dread and everything I fear 

Come true? 

(Oh your guilt must weigh so greatly) 

Everything I dread and everything I fear come true 

(Man is the sire of sorrow) 

Oh, you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true