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Let us make, I pray thee, a little chamber on the roof; and let us set for him there a bed, and a table, and a stool, and a candlestick .…
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Abraham Bukrat
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Early 16th Century
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While the translation is formatted as prose, the original is a poem of ten lines.
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Mordechai Dato
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16th Century
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Time with his pointed shafts has hit my heart
and split my gut, laid open my entrails,
landed me a blow that will not heal,
knocked me down, left me in lasting pain.
Time wounded me…
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Judah Abravanel
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1503
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Here I begin; listen to me, great and small.
Once there was a mighty king—as in the stories begun by girls. His peer in virtue was not to be found. He had a land that was stately indeed. He…
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Elye Bokher
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1508/9
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Nothing else makes me really rage
as when a poor man does something [wrong]
he is lost here and there
everyone would happily drink his blood.
But what the rich do here
is always all right
people let…
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Elye Bokher
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1513
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Now I would also like to sing a bit,
With my poor voice,
Of things that have happened recently,
Which everyone ought to know:
Of the plague and pestilence,
That have happened here this time
In the…
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Elye Bokher
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Venice, Republic of Venice
(Venice, Italy)
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1514
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The words of a pure woman “more precious than rubies”
whose wish is to attend to studies,
and her name is the gentle Dinah:
She seeks counsel from the wise
for she fears lest her honor may everywhere…
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Samuel Archevolti
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Padua, Republic of Venice
(Padua, Italy)
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1553
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You, Jerusalem, I can never forget;
Rather, I remember you in my every joy,
With tears in my eyes, which never cease.
I am moved by grief and great sadness,
Not by mockery, nor happiness:
Solely to…
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Anonymous
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Ancona, Papal States
(Ancona, Italy)
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1556/7
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How can I hew out a song when the hammer of my senses is coated with rust? How can I play the lute when my hand is ensnared in fetters of fear? For my heart has entered the gazelle’s paved [palace]…
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Judah Zarco
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Constantinople, Ottoman Empire
(Istanbul, Turkey)
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1560
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O living and terrible God, replace my prison, this round pit, by a full moon and a goblet. Pray, turn the darkness of my hell into a shining light, and this dwelling-place of dusk into an orchard, a…
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Judah Zarco
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Constantinople, Ottoman Empire
(Istanbul, Turkey)
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1560