I know not what I found In these idol wounds Nor in this thorny crown Upon my whitewashed tomb I've bowed to Asherim I've played the elder son I still got no reprieve For all the deeds I've done ♪ The Sower's ancient verse Awaits my wretched soil Can it break the curse? Am I worth the toil? I gather rotten fruit From my filthy mouth I tried to cut the roots But still have seeds of doubt ♪ Paupers pine and pace They dream of kingdom feasts But still can't shake the taste Of bitterness and grief I hold more daily bread Than faith would ever grant And hide all my regrets For leaving Egypt's land ♪ Hear the feeble prayers In these lion's dens Join the wheat and tares Singing hospital hymns See the bridal gown On the prostitute The Bridegroom enters now With His bloodstained suit ♪ With His bloodstained suit