Call for dictection

At twilight as the night was fading a bold voice from the sky,
made my world so cold, living me very sad and scared,

remembering me the day of, weeping and gnashing of teeth,

giving me a waning,
parable,
the is like a treasure, hidden in a field, when a man found it; he hid it again,
he sole what he have and bought it,

how would i sole everything i have?
What will be of me,

a night of sorrow, a night of tears, a night of bitterness, a night of wane,

a night of confusion,
a call for dictection