Week 10 (Book 7): The Bat is Saying

 B”H

The Bat is saying, 

Comfort My people, comfort them, says your Lord.

And she was in bitterness of soul

And prayed unto Hashem, and wept sore.

And He bent the heavens and He came down; 

Even my ally in whom I trusted, who ate of my bread, 

Has raised his heel over me. 

And thick darkness was under His feet. 

Arise, my beloved, my fair one, and come away.

I will overtake, I will share the booty; 

My desire will be filled from them; 

When they chose new gods,

Then there was war in the cities; 

I will draw my sword, my hand will impoverish them.

Was there seen a shield or a spear

Let his wickedness pour into him;

Now that he lies down, he shall rise no more. 

You crushed Rahav (Egypt) like a corpse; 

With Your powerful arm You scattered Your enemies. 

But you, Lord, be gracious to me 

And the vines with their tiny grapes have given forth their fragrance; 

He found them in a desert land, and in a desolate, howling wasteland. 

The blossoms have appeared in the land, the time of singing has arrived,

He encompassed them and bestowed understanding upon them; 

For behold, the winter has passed; the rain is over and gone.  

And raise me up, and I will repay them.

And the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.   

The fig tree has put forth its green figs, 

He protected them as the pupil of His eye.