Lamentations Chapter 2 Poem by Tinashe Mupedzapasi

What am i to you ooh people
That you seek after my life
As a lion after a deer
What have I that you hate me that much
But I am just harmless and free in heart

Have not thou mercy and reason
How can you find comfort in our lament
What pleasure is there in our tears
That you wash in them on their falling
Whilst you dance to the sound of our lament

Shall my heart be forever broken
Will sorrows abound never to cease
Or the fall of tears forever stay
Shall I stay forever a footstool
And bleed to the comfort of others

Ney, my Lord is not a fool
He shall rise from the mercy sit
And hide me under the comfort of His wings
I shall lough at them that torment my soul
And sing psalms in place of my lament.
Selah.