Week 9 (Book 7): The Stormy Petrel is Saying

 B”H

The stormy petrel is saying, 

My beloved raised his voice and said to me, 

Light is sown for the righteous

Because the Lord's portion is His people 

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

Until I Deborah arose; I arose as a mother in Israel.

So Hannah rose up after they had eaten in Shiloh, 

The sound of my beloved! Behold, he is coming, 

Skipping over the mountains, jumping over the hills.

My foes say that evil [awaits] me: 

The depths congealed in the heart of the sea. 

[Because] the enemy said, I will pursue,

When will he die, and his name perish? 

The open cities ceased, in Israel they ceased, 

And if one comes to see [me], he speaks insincerely, 

Smoke went up in His nostrils, 

For his heart gathers iniquity for himself, 

Together they whisper against me-all my enemies; 

And fire out of His mouth did devour; 

Against me they devise my harm, 

And after they had drunk

Coals flamed forth from Him. 

You rule the vastness of the sea; 

When its waves surge, You still them.

Looking from the windows, 

Now Eli the priest sat upon his seat 

My beloved resembles a gazelle or a fawn of the hinds; 

And when he goes out he speaks of it. 

By the door-post of the temple of Hashem;    

Behold, he is standing behind our wall, 

Jacob, the lot of His inheritance.

And joy for the straight-hearted.

Peering from the lattices.