Torman Maxt

Job's Plea

Torman Maxt


If only there was someone who could mediate for me
Then I could present myself to the one who judges me

What is a man that you make so much
Of all that he says and all he does?
Down in the ground I soon will be
Will you still go looking for me?

If only there was someone who could mediate for me
Then I could present myself to the one who judges me