The break of day is fateful

The break of day is fateful
Still a nocturnal blackness mingles with the sunrise
Judgment and mercy too are mixed
And we shall see what will happen

O Lord my God, sometimes when I come to pray
My words are enclosed. O Lord open thou my lips
To pour out my soul to thee
For there is no king neither father nor friend but thee
And there is no trust except in thee
For all is treacherous and thou art faithful
And if I shall forsake thee, all other labour is idol-worship and lies
That nothing follows but a broken cistern
And thou O God art a fountain of living waters
Reveal thy kingdom for my soul thirsts
As the hart pants after the water brooks, for her tongue is parched

To the east I shall lift up my eyes
For there was a temple there and since it was destroyed
A heavenly temple could be pictured
And a heavenly city and a heavenly father
Do, defer not, as the greatness of thy mercy
And fill the powerless hand with life
And a new song to recite before thee
Each and every day


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