Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By Joseph Bar Samuel Tob Elem (Trans. Nina Davis)The Fast of Tebeth
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Within this month He struck me; He destroyed
With three blows;—cut me down and left me void;—
Now He hath made me weary utterly.
(Have I not for three things a fast proclaimed?)
The King bade; write the law in Greek; they maimed,
They ploughed on me; they made their furrows long.
Stripped off was my fair robe in honor worn;
For he who gave sweet words was surely torn:
Ezra the scribe—yea, he of blessed name.
Write thee within the book of vision; write
This for remembrance; now shalt thou indite
For them despised and crushed this self-same day.”
And wail he wakened; but the sorrow’s smart—
Its onward way was branded on my heart
When one came saying: “The city is struck low.”
O that a shaft had pierced mine heart that day!
For such woe I would dig my grave;—but nay,
I wrought rebelliously: the Lord is just.
For mine affliction; lo! my praying heed;
Hear my beseeching; my salvation speed;
Hide Thee not at my sighing, at my cry.
Of pain therein, when His face changed for me.
Yet, though I sinned, His goodness I shall see,
Who saith: “Ye waves, but so far shall ye come.”