61 Please, God, no more yelling, no more trips to the woodshed. 2 Treat me nice for a change; I'm so starved for affection. Can't you see I'm black and blue, 3 and soul? God, how long will it take for you to let up? 4 Break in, God, and break up this fight; if you love me at all, get me out of here. 5 I'm no good to you dead, am I? I can't sing in your choir if I'm buried in some tomb! 6 I'm tired of all this - so tired. My bed has been floating forty days and nights On the flood of my tears. My mattress is soaked, soggy with tears. 7 The sockets of my eyes are black holes; nearly blind, I squint and grope.
8 Get out of here, you Devil's crew: at last God has heard my sobs. 9 My requests have all been granted, my prayers are answered. 10 Cowards, my enemies disappear. Disgraced, they turn tail and run.