Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By Abraham Ibn Ezra (Trans. E. N. A.)A Song of Life
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My heart and soul in joyous praise outburst.
To me creation’s call,
But warneth mortals all;
No man sees God and lives.
Creating all in light,
All to Him is clear and bright
Howso hid from mortal sight.
In all mouths its story,
Blessed! in whose hand
Our souls sustained stand.
His laws to them He did impart;
Wise laws which to the World they give,
For mortals to obey and live.
Dust is he to Godlike sight:
For who in Heaven’s eye
His way can justify?
Envenom’d as the scorpion’s dart.
How can our flesh in life abide
When sin has seared and mortified?
Repeat our evil courses…. When?
Before we reach the end, the goal,
Of all that boasts a living soul.
We hail Thee, God above!
That from Thine open hand
Feedest our living band.
Pity for their fathers’ sake:
The promised days to hasten deign
When Jesse’s son once more will reign.
How shrill the handmaid hath protested:
“The dead religion—it is thine,
The living one is mine, is mine.”
In prayer my hands I spread,
God’s due from man my lips confess,
Each soul of life his God must bless.