The Bible Speaks Like a Cold Hand on Your Heart

Are you mortal like human beings
Is evil to be found upon your lips
For he who wounds is he who soothes
And the hand that hurts is the hand that heals.
Proud as a lion, you hunt me down
Your fury against me ever increasing
I should have perished then
The days of my life are few enough

Turn your eyes away
Leave me a little joy
Before I go to the place of no return
To the land of darkness
Shadow dark as death
And light itself is like dead of night
Empty-headed people let themselves be tamed
Their eyes are weary

Forget about your misery
It’s only as a flood that passed long ago
Then begins an existence more radiant than noon
The very darkness will be bright as morning.
You will sleep free from fear
Blossom and wither like a flower
There is always hope for creeping things
The dead come back to life

Turn your eyes away
Leave me a little joy
Before I go to the place of no return
To the land of darkness
Shadow dark as death
And light itself is like dead of night
Empty-headed people let themselves be tamed
Their eyes are weary