Dressed in His purple cloak, gleaming

 

[Dressed in] His purple cloak, gleaming red, He—a fire that devours fire—gathered to Himself His loyal servants, their flesh and their blood. They consecrated themselves to Him, each man killing his own son and his own brother. O sons of men, it is to you I call, I appeal to every man.

 

Be still, my abandoned people,1 my survivors, my loyal ones…

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This poem describes the sufferings of the Jewish community of Blois, France, in 1171. Following the accusations of the ritual murder of a Christian child, thirty-three Jews were murdered. Barukh conveys the tragedy and pain of these events, challenging God to account for the death of innocent Jews. Each stanza, formatted here in prose, contains an internal rhyme and many references to biblical and rabbinic literature. For more on the events of 1171 in Blois, see the three entries titled “Letter about the Blois Incident.”

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