1. The eyes of the painters' sons weep blood tears
A branch that grief and despair rightly afflict

2. Destiny hastened to take him by God's command
The hands of fate that harbor envy in their hearts

3. All the people wept for him in sorrow
In the mouth of Beirut, the city shook

4. There the letters of history were inscribed
After Job died, so did patience and steadfastness