Herbert: Joseph's Coat

As usual, I had to read this a few times before it changed from confusing to touching (and I had to look up 'indite' in the dictionary). But then I saw it captures how God takes our suffering and changes it, does something with it:

Wounded I sing, tormented I indite,
Thrown down I fall into a bed, and rest:
Sorrow hath chang’d its note: such is his will,
Who changeth all things, as him pleaseth best.
     For well he knows, if but one grief and smart
Among my many had his full career,
Sure it would carry with it ev’n my heart,
And both would runn untill they found a bier
     To fetch the body; both being due to grief.
But he hath spoil’d the race; and giv’n to anguish
One of Joy's coats, 'ticing it with relief
To linger in me, and together languish.
     I live to show his power, who once did bring
     My joys to weep, and now my griefs to sing.