My eye runs down with rivers of water
Behold the device of men
The earth is full of woes.
Who can but listen to the one who cries from afar
The lamentation of the seed of men soaring high above the lofty skies
Like the sound of many waters, it is heard even in the noise of many machines.
As the sun raises so is the wickedness of men
I have seen and I have heard.
Lots is done under the sun
Who will help the seed of men?
I can hear the voice of the one who calls.
A call for safety
A call of freedom
A call of salvation
Look up and live.