the sire of sorrow (job's sad song)-joni mitchell

let me speak, let me spit out my bitterness-
born of grief and nights without sleep and festering flesh.
do you have eyes? can you see like man-kind sees?
why have you soured and curdled me?

oh, oh- you tireless watcher-what have i done to you,
that you make everything i dread and everything i fear come true?

once i was blessed, i was awaited like the rain
like eyes for the blind, like feet for the lame
kings heard my words and they sought out my company
but now the janitors of Shadowland flick their brooms at me

oh, oh-you tireless watcher-what have i done to you,
that you make everything i dread and everything i fear come true?

man is the sire of sorrow

ive lost all taste for life, im all complaints.
tell me-why do you starve the faithful, why do you crucify the saints?
you let the wicked prosper, you let the children frisk like deer
and my loves are dead or dying, or they dont come near

we dont despise your chastening, god is correcting you

oh and look who comes to counsel my deep distress
oh, these pompous physicians-what carelessness!
all this ranting, all this wind-filling our ears with trash
breathtaking ignorance, adding insult to injury,
they come blaming and shaming me -evil doer-and shattering me
this vain man wishes to seem wise-a man born of assess

oh, oh- you tireless watchers-what have i done to you,
that you make everything i dread and everything i fear come true

we dont despise your chastening

already on a bed of sighs and screams and still you torture me-
with visions, you give me terrifying dreams.
better i was carried from the womb straight to the grave,
i see the diggers waiting theyre leaning on their spades.

man is the sire of sorrow, as sure as the sparks ascend

where is hope while you're wondering what went wrong?
why give me light and then this dark without a dawn?
evil is sweet in your mouth, hiding under your tongue
show your face! what a long fall from grace
help me understand, what is the reason for your heavy hand?
youre stumbling in the shadow, you have no name now
was it the sins of my youth? what have i done to you,
that you make everything i dread and everything i fear come true

oh your guilt must weigh so greatly
you make everything i dread and everything i fear come true
man is the sire of sorrow
you make everything i dread and everything i fear come true