My God, where are you in this grief?
I taste unrest, with no relief.
For I am mocked, despised by all,
My faith derided, scorn befalls.
My bones are staring from my chest,
My heart, it melts within my breast.
O you my help and my success,
Have turned your ear in my distress.
We eat and we are satisfied,
Betrothed to you, we are your bride.
Your blood is spilled to make us new,
The curse of sin you did undo.
Praise be to God the righteous one,
We shall proclaim that it is done!
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