Then my friends will bury me in the ground.
I have to stand and watch them.
There is nobody else who can help me.
But I do not want them to think that they were right.
They wanted people to think that they were clever.
Now I want you to make their children
Do this, God, because of what they have said about me.
You, God, have caused them to be like this.
I am so thin that I am like a shadow.
They are angry because I seem to be so bad.
And people who only do good things get stronger.
I will not find a
I will not be able to do the things that I wanted to do.
They say that it is nearly morning. But I know that it is still dark.
There I will lie in the dark.
And I might say to the
Or I might speak to the
I might say to them, “Hello, my mother. Hello, my sister.”
No one can find anything that is better for me.
I will have lost everything that I had hoped for.’