Place Of Skulls Days Of Trouble
Your arrows pierce me
I feel pressed down
My flesh has angered You
And no good is found.
Over my head have gone my iniquities
Like a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me.
To You I lift my soul
In days of trouble, You I call
Unto You I lift my soul
Evermore, never fall.
I've been a fool
My wounds are foul
My troubles haunt me
As I bow down.
My heart pants and my strength, it fails me
And the light in my eyes Lord, it has left me.
I'm consumed by the blow of Your hand
With rebuke, You correct this evil man
Make me know the end of my ways
And the measure of my days.
