Let Aaron kindle it,
and count seven lamps, opposite the ark of the covenant.
Oil of the first pressing and not of the last—
In front of the Lord, as a memorial.
If [the priests], who pour oil on their [grain-offering] wafers, listen to my utterances,
I’ll raise them up from rock-crevices to lofty throne;
Pure olive oil and not castor oil—
In front of the Lord, as a memorial.
Explain my words to [the priests], wearing their miters,
to light lamps when I gather the community.
Pure olive oil and not oil destined to be burned
1—
In front of the Lord, as a memorial.
Let the first pressing be for the menorah, for the tribes of God,
Let the last pressing be for grain-offerings, offered by all the people.
Pure olive oil and not tail-fat—
In front of the Lord, as a memorial.
May My upright laws untie every knot,
when they are performed with a clean heart.
Pure olive oil and not fat—
In front of the Lord, as a memorial.
Let the strong
2 and the weak participate,
and the ruler, the ruled, and the fragile.
Pure olive oil and not cooked [fat]—
In front of the Lord, as a memorial.
Every believer should contribute a portion,
and the menorah should be placed to the right [of the shewbread].
Pure olive oil and not sesame [oil]—
In front of the Lord, as a memorial.
Keep My utterances, O [Moses], father of all seers,
Turn and see! All secrets are revealed to Me.
Pure olive oil and not walnut [oil]—
In front of the Lord, as a memorial.
If [the Jews], who set their prayers in order, keep My words,
I will feed sharpened swords to their enemies.
Pure olive oil and not radish [oil]—
In front of the Lord, as a memorial.
If the congregations, bathed by bright light, observe My words,
I will strengthen their arms, and they will not falter.
Pure olive oil and not fish [oil]—
In front of the Lord, as a memorial.
Sing of My greatness upon heights and in valleys,
And I’ll pour fourth overflowing plenty from the firmament to the firm earth.
Pure olive oil and not gourd [oil]—
In front of the Lord, as a memorial.
I’ll make their appearance shine and their glow radiate,
I’ll let them trample, yes, trample, the high places of Uz and Aran.
3Pure olive oil and not tar—
In front of the Lord, as a memorial.
May the hordes of your enemies be like rotten refuse,
And may your multitudes be protected from the four types of retribution.
4Pure olive oil and not naphtha—
In front of the Lord, as a memorial.