My vision of the existence    all blurred by a gray cloud    a slave I am of my misery;    a thrall of my funereal bounds       Is this the end of my wandering?    am I to depart these realms?    please Lord, enlighten my spirit    and make my wailing cease       Mourning stays upon my lips    from dawn to the very night    depart from me, you lucky fools,    I cannot stand your sight       yet; myself I am only to blame    casting surrounding friends away    again teach me to enjoy my life    physician almighty, hear my wail       "The Lord has given, and the Lord has taken away    exalted be the Lord's name"    (Job 1:21)       In the darkest chains of wretchedness    life still continues on    I walk onward day by day    forth better tomorrow ahead       and eternal life and glory waits    for those who walk in faith    at hard times he will carry me    when my own efforts are in vain