1 Please, God, no more yelling, no more trips to the woodshed.
2 Treat me nice for a change; I'm so starved for affection. Can't you see I'm black and blue,
3 and soul? God, how long will it take for you to let up?
4 Break in, God, and break up this fight; if you love me at all, get me out of here.
5 I'm no good to you dead, am I? I can't sing in your choir if I'm buried in some tomb!
6 I'm tired of all this - so tired. My bed has been floating forty days and nights On the flood of my tears. My mattress is soaked, soggy with tears.
7 The sockets of my eyes are black holes; nearly blind, I squint and grope.
8 Get out of here, you Devil's crew: at last God has heard my sobs.
9 My requests have all been granted, my prayers are answered.
10 Cowards, my enemies disappear. Disgraced, they turn tail and run.