Before I was, your kindness came to me
Before I was, Your kindness came to me,
when You made nothing be, creating me.
Who was it wove my form? Who poured
and fred my matter in the kiln?
Who was it breathed the soul in me? Who opened
Sheol’s womb and let me go forth free?
Who guided me till now from infancy?
Who gave me thought, my gift distinctively?
True, to You I never can be more than clay.
True, You made me; never I made me.
I own my guilt. I do not say I strayed
because some snake beguiled me craftily.
How could I hide my sin from You? For see:
before I was, Your kindness came to me.
Translated by Raymond P. Scheindlin.
Credits
Solomon Ibn Gabirol, “Before I was, your kindness came to me,” from Vulture in A Cage: Poems by Solomon Ibn Gabirol, trans. Raymond P. Scheindlin (Brooklyn, N.Y.: Archipelago Books, 2016), 289. Used by permission of the publisher.
Published in: The Posen Library of Jewish Culture and Civilization, vol. 3: Encountering Christianity and Islam.