[Verse 1] Job finally opens his mouth and curses the day of his birth. Cloud, death-shadow, and blackness are summoned over it. He imagines that night barren and without any joyful voice. Its twilight stars are to darken while dawn never arrives. [Pre-Chorus] No answer came to quiet every fear, Only the weight of all that had drawn near. [Chorus] Let the Day Perish, carry this grief through night, Tears have weight beneath the fading light. Truth still speaks when comfort has grown thin, And faith keeps breathing where the wounds begin. [Verse 2] He imagines resting beside kings and counsellors who built desolate monuments. Princes who filled houses with gold and silver would share that stillness. Job wishes he had been hidden like an untimely birth that never saw light. Prisoners no longer hear the oppressor, and servant and master become alike. [Bridge] They search for death more intensely than hidden treasure. Job describes his own path as hidden and hedged in. Sighing replaces food, and his cries pour out like water. The fear he dreaded has arrived, leaving no safety, rest, or quiet. [Final Chorus] Let the Day Perish, carry this grief through night, Tears have weight beneath the fading light. Truth still speaks when comfort has grown thin, And faith keeps breathing when the night grows thin. [Outro] The night remained, but truth remained as well. Not every wound was given words to tell.