I have been seated within the ashes
Reflecting on my afflictions
Righteously I scrape my flesh
This my divine tribulation
This is the mourning
Without curse upon the lips
Though all of my bones burn with hete
As a heart turned to mourning
Into the voice of them that weep
This is the mourning without the sun
A cry into congregation
Without the sun
Those that plow inequity
Forever the first to deceive
So quick to take what's given
Turn their backs when evils received
I have held my tongue
Never reproached you
Divine providence
I will not be moved
Absolved through these afflictions
Absolved through these afflictions
This is the mourning without the sun
A cry into the world
Without the sun
You are the mourning without the sun
You
This is the mourning without the sun
A cry into the world
Without the sun
You are the mourning without the sun