Week 5 (Book 7): The Crane is Saying

 B”H

The Crane is saying, 

Give thanks to G-d with the lyre; 

For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me;  

Then the heavens will extol Your wonders, O Lord

Behold, you are comely, my beloved; 

For the pains of death have encompassed me; 

My marrow became [dry] as the droughts of summer, Selah. 

And the elite of his officers sank in the Red Sea. 

A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me; 

Between my breasts he shall lie.         

My sin I made known to You, my iniquity I did not cover. 

But unto Hannah he gave a double portion; 

For he loved Hannah, but Hashem had shut up her womb.

   

Streams of scoundrels would affright me. 

You crooked and twisted generation. 

The depths covered them;

Indeed, the flood of many waters will not reach him. 

They descended into the depths like a stone.

Destruction is not His; it is His children's defect 

At a time when You may be found; 

Behold, you are comely; your eyes are like doves.  

Make music for Him with the ten-stringed harp. 

The earth trembled, the heavens also dripped;

Your faithfulness, too, in the congregation of the holy ones.

And You have forgiven the iniquity of my transgression forever. 

A cluster of henna-flowers is my beloved to me, 

When You marched out of the field of Edom, 

For this let every pious man pray to You, 

In the vineyards of Ein-Gedi."

          

I said, "I will confess my transgressions to the Lord"