...And I Am Suffering

My God be upheld in our distress
My cries fill the air, my cries fill the air...

The fangs of suffering tear my bosom
And refuse to release their hold
When will my sorrow begin to pale?

When will my sorrow begin to pale?
When will my sorrow begin to pale?

Lux aeterna luceat eis Domine

My God be upheld in our distress...

When will my sorrow begin to pale?
When will my sorrow begin to pale?

My cries fill the air, my cries fill the air...
(I have been struck and I am suffering!)

When will my sorrow begin to pale?
When will my sorrow begin to pale?