| THE OLD PRAYER BOOK by Yaakov Cohen High Holiday Prayer Book |
The old tear-stained prayer book will I take in my hand And call upon the G-D of my fathers In my distress. To the G-D of my fathers who was their Rock and Refuge In ages past, I will pour out my woe In ancient words, seared with the pain Of generations. May these words that know the heavenly paths Bring my plaint to the G-D above, And tell Him that which is hidden in my heart -- What my tongue is incapable of expressing. These words, faithful and true, will speak for me Before G-D. They will ask His pity. And G-D in heaven who has heard the prayers Of my fathers, The G-D Who gave them power and strength -- Perchance He will hear my prayer too, And my distress, And will be a Shield unto me as He was unto them. For, like them, I am left a spoil unto others, Degraded and despised, A wanderer over the face of the earth. And there is none who can help and sustain me Except G-D in heaven. |
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