I drink misery Happiness I only get to taste Gnei I reap with a scythe By hands I pick spikes of delight In sorrow I tramp constantly Rarely do I get to lay my feet Onto the soil of joy My misery is absolute, my sorrow unambiguous My happiness is dubious, my delight inconstant Barely any bliss is free from false and vile I must be poor and live in dearth To be able to show true gratitude And to be able to have patience I must be forlorn and tormented How deep must we dig, and yet How impure is the gold that we find Your grace may crowd into the depths of my soul But it does not make it unsoiled Your chastisement might burn deep into the core Yet I won't get rid of what is spoiled You let the rain fall upon me It doesn't always melt my harshness You light your blaze within me But not always burn away the dross You leal my wounds, still the scars remain The scars remain, scars still remain My misery is absolute, my sorrow unambiguous My happiness is dubious, my delight inconstant "It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners."