Don't take me apart in Your anger.
Don't finish me while it's hot.
Your arrows went in and they stayed in.
Your hand has not lifted off.

There is nothing sound left in me.
There's no rest anywhere in my bones.
I carried it like I could carry it.
I was wrong. I was wrong.

It's gone over mine head,
gone over mine head -
too heavy for me,
too heavy for me.

I can't put it down
and I can't hold it up.

You knew before he ever said it.
You knew before I opened my mouth.
All my desire is in front of You.
My groaning was never hid.

It's gone over mine head,
gone over mine head -
too heavy for me,
too heavy for me.

I can't put it down
and I can't hold it up.

And still -
in Thee, O Lord, do I hope.

You will hear me.
You will hear me.
You will hear me.