May He give great strength
May He give great strength—
the Lord of lords,
to those who stand on their watch in prayer and supplication.
May He draw them out of the depths of vicious waters.
He gives might to the weary, to those without ability.
May He give great strength
to the beaten, wandering nation,
which is silent, deprived of peace, and sated with shame,
emaciated and limping between the young lions.
When will you bring the prophet’s news to be near?
The Lord God will wipe of the tear from every face (Isaiah 25:8).
May He give great strength
and might to the captives,
whose lives are dangling day and night.
They are winnowed with a winnower, to the edges of the earth.
They pant like wild asses standing on heights,
and they are smitten with terrible illnesses.
May He give great strength,
may He break the yoke of the oppressed,
of the people in exile, trapped in traps and brambles.
They used to be supple and lush,
but for so long their lives have been so sated
with contempt from the comfortable, scorn from the haughty.
May He give great strength—
the living One, who remembers the covenant.
May He cleanse the stains of our sins as if with lye.
May there be hope and future from the wretched exile.
May He cut the cords and tethers of our evil inclination [that caused our exile],
which performs horror and sows discord.
Translated by Gabriel Wasserman.
Published in: The Posen Library of Jewish Culture and Civilization, vol. 3: Encountering Christianity and Islam.