Week 6 (Book 7): The Songbird is Saying

 B”H

The Songbird is saying, 

The songbird has also found her home, 

Your right hand, O Lord, is most powerful;

Your altars, G-d of Hosts 

The mountains melted at the presence of the Lord

Bands of the nether world have surrounded me; 

Is this how you repay Hashem, 

The snares of death confronted me

You disgraceful, unwise people?! 

Surround me with songs of deliverance forever. 

And the sparrow a nest for herself, 

The beams of our houses are cedars; 

Where she may lay her young 

My King and my Lord. 

Is He not your Father, your Master? 

Your right hand, O Lord, crushes the foe.

You are a refuge to me; protect me from distress; 

He has made you and established you. 

Our corridors are cypresses.

Indeed, who in heaven can be compared to the Lord 

Also our couch is leafy.

And her rival vexed her sore, to make her fret, 

That must be muzzled with bit and bridle 

Also the clouds dripped water.

In the path you should go

Be not like a horse, like a mule, senseless, 

Because Hashem had shut up her womb.

When being adorned, so that it not come near you. 

Behold, you are comely, my beloved, yea pleasant; 

I will enlighten you and educate you 

I am a rose of Sharon, a rose of the valleys.

I will advise you with what I have seen. 

Who among the supernal beings can be likened to the Lord!