Watcher of Men

Why did I not die at birth?
Expire as I came from the womb?
Why were there knees to receive me?
Why were there breasts to feed me?

Why was I not like babies?
Who never saw the light?
Who lie with kings and counsellors?
Who rebuild ruins of themselves?

And where rest
Those whose strength is spent
Where small and great are alike
And the slave is free of his master

Oh watcher of men
Do you have eyes of flesh?
Is your vision like man?
Are your years the years of man?
You know that I'm not guilty
And no ione can deliver from your hand

Also, you know that you have deeply wronged me, oh
And you have hedged me in
You made it so nobody knows me
And I'm an outsider to them

When I accused you, you wouldn't speak
I said you tore up my hope like a tree
But I spoke without understanding
Of things beyond me which I did not know

And then I heard you with my ears
And I saw you with my eyes
Therefore I recant and relent
Being but dust and ashes