Torman Maxt

Job's Wife

Torman Maxt


Why do you still give him praise
In the midst of all your pain
Your faith in him has been a lie
Why don’t you curse god and die

All around is death
We live a life of horror and disgrace
All that we had
Is now dead or gone

What could make you
Pray to a god
Who would hate you
And do you harm

How much longer will you wait
To express the depth of hate
Your faith in him has been a lie
Why don’t you curse god and die

Look around this place
An empty shell full of our disgrace
All that we had
Is now dead or gone

What could make you
Pray to a god
Who would hate you
And do you harm