Pain of Mockery

I pray to thee to remove reproaches, Day after day I shed tears on my bed, Sadness doubles for all their approaches, Tired of poisonous words which I`m been fed, poverty and joblessness bite so hard, day after day I shed tears on my bed. True success has been issued a red card, making me hopeless as I toil in vain, poverty and joblessness bite so hard Being abandoned by friends brings severe pain, becoming laughing stock makes me feel shame, making me hopeless as I toil in vain. Childlessness and poverty are the same, Death without trace is a better option, becoming laughing stock makes me feel shame, My heart and bone wane for this wrong notion, I pray to thee to remove reproaches, Death without trace is a better option, Sadness doubles for all their approaches.