Speaks Out, On
Roles scorned My guests and my servants consider me a stranger, and when I call my servants, they pay no attention. My breath disgusts my wife; everyone in my family turns away. stranger, Young children cant stand me, and when I come near, they make fun.
My best friends and loved ones have turned from me. I am skin and bonesjust barely alive. My friends, I beg you for pity! God has made me his target. Hasnt he already done enough? Why do you join the attack? I wish that my words could be written down or chiseled into rock.
I know that my Savior lives, and at the end he will stand on this earth.
My flesh may be destroyed, yet from this body I will see God. Yes, I will see him for myself, and I long for that moment. My friends, you think up ways to blame and torment me, saying I brought it on myself. But watch out for the judgment, when God will punish you.
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