منحة في نصوص أدبيّة: T-S NS 160.11

Translated by Avi Steinhart.

Were our mouths filled with thanksgivings and ancient psalms,   our tongues like stormy winds that know no rest, Our lips like the expanse of skies and lands,    our eyes like two lamps, burning torches, Our hands like eagles rising in the air,    our feet like harts and deer racing with speed, And heaven and earth were scrolls and pages,    and all trees sprouted strong quills, And our eyes flowed with ceaseless ink,    and all who could speak, youths and children, And were those who compose praises to try, they would not cover    all the miracles He performed for the people who were redeemed from Pithom. He reproved the Anamim [Egyptians] with agonies and blistering boils.    He rained down manna for His people, and they were pampered with quails [see Exodus 16]; He brought us out openly, in sight of all the foes.    He cleaved rocks and water emerged. He gave us His Torah for our study,    His writing etched on the tablets, an engraving of these precepts, And He let us hear His sayings through thunder and lightning,    so we should fear His name and not be harmed [see Exodus 20:16]. He led us to the holy abode to inherit thrones of glory,    and until now He has helped us, and His mercies have not left us. We have come together to bless His name, a gathering of the elderly and the young,    so that our bodies will be receptacles for His commandments. Accept our prayers like the cries of young asps,    may His name be blessed forever, He who answers the oppressed. From Egypt You redeemed us, Lord our God.