jeffrey

has bad days

I am overwhelmed with troubles
I am counted among those who go down to the slaughterhouse;
I am one without oats.
I am set apart with the dead,
like the slain who lie on the farmer's plate,
who are cut off from your sty.
You have sent me to the farthest food trough,
in the darkest depths of the barn.
Your wrath lies heavily on me;
you have overwhelmed me with all your cruelties.
You have taken from me my closest friends
and have made me repulsive to them.
I am confined and cannot escape;
I point out my snout to you.
Will you love me when I am in the grave,
be faithful after my destruction?
But I cry to you for help, brother;
in the morning my supplication comes before you.
Why, brother, do you reject me
and hide your face from me?
From my youth I have starved and been close to death;
I have borne your scorn and am in despair.
Your wrath has swept over me;
your callousness has destroyed me.
You have taken from me oats and slop—
darkness is my closest friend.