The rod of wrath upon me,
Affliction and yawp within.
Surrounded by bitterness and brokenness.
Weighed down by my chains.
In the sea of calamity,
Filled with inquiry and confusion.
Holding my pierced heart,
Deprived of peace and comfort.

Yet this, I call to mind.
This, I recite to my soul.
For He is faithful,
I won’t be left in my downcast.
By His compassion,
He heals the bitterness of my soul.
In His goodness,
He will come for my unquiet darkness.
In His great love and mercy,
Therefore, I have hope!