I hope to God, let the redeemer come
I hope to God, let the redeemer come—
from the tribe of Judah, the stem of Jesse, O God.
Awesome One, please send the angel Michael.
Please fulfll, my Creator, Malachi’s prophecy.
The desired time waits, my soul.
My Rock, remove me from this net
to Mount Moriah, site of the Akedah,
and let Abraham’s ofspring fourish there like a lily.
Plead for mercy, renew repentance,
noble one from above, seek out your King.
My perfect dove, hurry, make haste—
perhaps your Rock will rebuild Ariel.
Most High, hear the cry of the poor.
Reviver of the dead, build your palanquin.
God, described as “living,” will return to Zion
His honored presence, the shoot of his anointed.
Translated by Abigail Denemark Ossip.
Published in: The Posen Library of Jewish Culture and Civilization, vol. 3: Encountering Christianity and Islam.