A religious trip comes over me:
I seek Jehovah

Cure me O Lord and I shall be cured
The cut, the wound,
Bind up, Almighty,
Fill the hollow
Empty the fullness
Expel the Satan
From my body
And come you yourself to dwell

Grant the right also to me
To be one of your servants in holiness
Like your prophets, your Levites,
And humble people who were killed in your name

Let me devote myself to you
O Lord my God


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Translated from the Hebrew by the author, © 1996 Ella Bat-Tsion