I am judge of all the land and have been year to year
But now my time has come and that is what I fear
I'm too old, you say my sons don't walk in my ways
"We need a king to lead" you cry, let us count the days

Since you have gathered as elders to force my hand
Against my better judgment, I'll appoint a leader over all the land
Distraught and without sorrow, I'll inquire of the holy one
The creator of all universe, whom you've rejected since day one

So listen all my brothers
As this voice has directed
I must solemnly warn the floor
He'll take your sons and daughters
The king will take your children
So be wary of his scorn!

He'll assign them as commanders of thousands
While others will be making weapons of war
Yeah, he'll take the best of your fields and vineyards
So be careful what you wish for!

As slaves, you cry for mercy
But your prayers have been ignored
You have renounced my sincere warning
Your intentions are abhorred

So leave my sightly wisdom
And go back to your towns
The lord will grant your wishes
Your unfaithfulness abounds

So listen all my brothers
As this voice has directed
I must solemnly warn the floor
He'll take your sons and daughters
The king will take your children
So be wary of his scorn!

He'll assign them as commanders of thousands
While others will be making weapons of war
Yeah, he'll take the best of your fields and vineyards
So be careful what you wish for!

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