tori kudo

moving without Ark, mobile does not work


a drove I've snatched away, that I may shepherd it
I drive off even the male ass of fatherless boys
I seize the widow's bull as a pledge
I turn aside the poor ones from the way
moving back boundary marks; moving without Ark in the day of the Lord


so the afflicted of the earth have kept themselves hidden
as zebras in the wilderness; I've gone looking for food
the desert plain gives to me bread for my daughter
and the vineyard of the wicked one I hastily despoil
musing in the dark; moving without Ark in the day of the Lord


naked, I pass the night without a garment
and without any covering in the cold
from the rainstorm of the mountains I get drenched
because there's no shelter I have to hug a rock
moving without Ark; mobile does not work in the day of the Lord


I snatch away a fatherless boy even from the breast
and what is on the afflicted one I take as a pledge
naked, I have to go about without a garment
and, hungry, I have to carry the reaped ears
musing in the dark; moving without Ark in the day of the Lord


between the terrace walls I pass the noontime
winepresses I have to tread, and yet I go thirsty
from out of the city the dying keep groaning
and the soul of deadly wounded ones cries for help
moving without Ark; mobile does not work in the day of the Lord


he considers it not as anything improper
as for me, I am among the rebels against light
I did not recognize its ways
and I did not dwell in its roadways
mobile does not work; musing in the dark in the day of the Lord


at daylight the murderer gets up
proceeding to slay the afflicted and the poor one
and during the night I become a regular thief
the eye of the adulterer watched for evening darkness
saying, 'No eye will behold me!' and over my face I puts a covering


In the darkness I have dug into houses
by day I must keep myself locked in
I have not known daylight
for morning is the same as deep shadow for me
moving without Ark; mobile does not work in the day of the Lord


for I recognize what the sudden terrors of deep shadow are
I'm swift on the surface of the waters
my tract of land will be cursed in the earth
I will not turn toward the way of the vineyards
moving without Ark; mobile does not work in the day of the Lord


the drought, & the heat, snatch away the snow waters
so does She'ol those who have sinned!
the womb will forget me
the maggot will sweetly suck me, I 'll be remembered no more
moving without Ark; mobile does not work in the day of the Lord


and unrighteousness will be broken just like a tree
I'm having dealings with a barren woman who does not bear
and I am having dealings with a widow, to whom I do no good
he will certainly draw away strong people by his power
moving without Ark; mobile does not work in the day of the Lord


I will rise up and not be sure of my life
he will grant me to become confident that I may support myself
and his eyes will be upon my way
I have become high up a little while, then I am no more
moving without Ark; musing in the dark in the day of the Lord


I've been brought low, like everyone else I am plucked off
like the head of an ear of grain I am cut off
mobile does not work, in the day of the Lord
mobile does not work, in the day of the Lord
musing in the dark; moving without Ark in the day of the Lord