Job's Complaint
Torman Maxt
They look, but they do not see They hear, but they don’t know Their eyes are closed in sleep And their ears are dull They sit in judgment of my life They scoff and accuse me Righteous friends like this Feel like enemies
They look, but they do not see They hear, but they don’t know Their eyes are closed in sleep And their ears are dull They sit in judgment of my life They scoff and accuse me Righteous friends like this Feel like enemies