So Job rewrote a Simon and Garfunkel song. It never went over as big as their's did. Yet, many of us have sang a tune very similar to it.
Hello bitterness my old friend, I've come for comfort once again. Because of what is happening to me. God has forgotten all about me. And my friends insisting of my sin time and again. Oh, for the sound of silence.
I was sitting all alone, my friends came and threw stones. They were uttering useless words, and accusations that were so absurd. When my pride was bruised because of their words, oh how it hurts. Dream of the sound of silence.
Why has God forgotten me, I long for the Almighty. When my glory fresh with me and men stopped to listen to me. When I prepared my seat in the square, I do not care for His sound of silence.
Foolish they say that I am, because God has removed His hand. Comfort they do not bring, more like poising. But my words on deaf ears fell... That echoed in His sound of silence.
Everyday I bowed and prayed, For God to take this away. My song has turned to mourning, every night and morning. I cried to You for help and You do not answer me, You've turned cruel to me. Whispers Your sound of silence.
Hello bitterness my old friend, I've come for comfort once again. Because of what is happening to me. God has forgotten all about me. And my friends insisting of my sin time and again. Oh, for the sound of silence.
I was sitting all alone, my friends came and threw stones. They were uttering useless words, and accusations that were so absurd. When my pride was bruised because of their words, oh how it hurts. Dream of the sound of silence.
Why has God forgotten me, I long for the Almighty. When my glory fresh with me and men stopped to listen to me. When I prepared my seat in the square, I do not care for His sound of silence.
Foolish they say that I am, because God has removed His hand. Comfort they do not bring, more like poising. But my words on deaf ears fell... That echoed in His sound of silence.
Everyday I bowed and prayed, For God to take this away. My song has turned to mourning, every night and morning. I cried to You for help and You do not answer me, You've turned cruel to me. Whispers Your sound of silence.