| Cursed Who Says Here: Tear
... Cursed who says here: tear! Cursed as bitter as Mount Eival � Cursed, and will be cursed for many a year Worshipers of a golden calf in Gilgal. For your wound has not been dressed still, The cries of its blood float over the river�s tide; For not yet have you ascended up the hill, You have handed over the Jordan�s left side. Indeed yours is every hill and valley, From the peak of Mount Hermon until Eilat; From Dan until Einot Be�er Sheva, From Goshen, Sinai, until Chamat. Zion! To you I have sworn, G-d, hear, With a sword drunk with blood. That to you all the land shall cheer: Kingdom-of�house-of-David and avenge our blood. Avenge us on Philistia and Edom, Payment for the people of the cities; Shaken and riotous is every home, Lion-cubs will appear without pity. From the sword�s blade they flee to the sand, An army already cheers: kingship! I have sworn: all of you is mine, homeland, Or we will die on your altar�s tip. Written by Moshe Steiner, Tel-Aviv, 5697 (1937). Translated by Shifra Shomron, Caravilla site-Nitzan, 30 Av 5765 (September 2005). home page previous next |
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