and In translation, by my own bare hands and tearing heart, to our Righteous Gentiles friends:One of teh most Chilling and moving prayer of Rosh Ha-Shana, The Head of the Year, "And Validity shall be given" And Validity shall be given the Holiness of the Day because that day is fearful and dreadful In which your Kingdome shall be exalt and your Throne by loving kindness shall be founded And you shall truly sit and govern it It is true that you are a Judge and a Prover and a Knower and a Witness And a Writer and a Signer and a Counter and a Register And YOU shall remember all forgotten ones and YOU shall open the Book of all memories And by itself it shall be read and the hand sign of all humans are in it And in a big horn it shall be blown and a thin sound of silence shall be heard And Angles shall rush and fear and shiver shall possess them And angles shall say here comes the Day of Judgment to attend on the Supreme Army in Justice Because they hall not win the Justice in YOUR eyes And all human beings shall pass before YOU like a herd’s sheep Like a shepherd controlling his herd passing his own herd under his rod So YOU shall pass and count and register and attend all human beings And YOU shall cut a ration to each being and write their sentence In Rosh Ha-Shana they shall be written and on Yom Kippur they shall be signed How many shall pass and how many shall perish Who will live and who will die Who in his end and who not in his end Who by the fire and who by the water Who by the sword and who by the animal Who by the hunger and who by the thirst Who by the earthquake and who by the plague Who by suffocating and who by stoning Who shall rest and who shall wander Who shall be tranquil and who shall be devoured Who shall be pleasant and who shall be in agony Who shall be poor and who shall be rich Who shall be humiliated and who shall be elevated And repentance and prayer remove the decry cruelty As YOUR glory so is YOUR name, difficult to be angry and easy to appease Because YOU wish not the death of an already dead human, but YOU wish he changes his way and live Until his last day YOU shall wait for him, if he changes his ways YOU shall accept him It is true that YOU are their Creator and a Knower of their bad inclination Because they are flesh and blood The human came from soil and his end is soil In his soul he brings his own bread and compared to a broken clay Dries out like a hay and withers like a sprout, passes like a shadow and gone like a cloud Blown like a wind and evaporate like dust and like a dream shall fly And YOU are a King, an Everlasting and Eternal GO_D YOUR years have no ration and YOUR longevity has no end There is no measure to the complexity of YOUR honor and YOUR being unnamed has no explanation YOUR name is fit to YOU and YOU are fit to YOUR name And in our name YOU called YOUR name Do for YOUR own name and consecrate YOUR name upon those who consecrate YOUR name For YOUR own admired and consecrated name As a holy secret of Angels conversation who consecrate YOU name Those who dwell up there with those who dwell down here call YOUR name in holiness
Posted on: Thu, 12 Sep 2013 09:52:52 +0000