The bride is a delight / Yitzhak Toito

Before Ashmorat, the deaf martyrs marched
In a column, we concentrate in the shadows.
An owl screeched and maybe it was a breath blown
In the strip of the Philistines there is no justice, not even compassion.

and in the back praying for her performance, Anuga is silver
'Take care of him' whispered a young bride with tears streaming down her face
'If he returns safely, I will take it upon myself
I will start the Sabbath as my mother taught me.'

A father and a mother, a child, a girl and a bride are petitioning God
On desirable loved ones, their prayers are poured out like Hannah.
Their lips will move and their voice only to you
We come to a merciful God to make your face sick.

In a stillness, the remains of a destroyed house crouched down
Examining the target, listening in case they are discovered.
We have come to rescue captives from the depths of Satan's den
Do not hide your face, our father, her skin, why should you sleep.

A heavy volley shook the night sky
Fire and brimstone on brothers who tripped over a barbed wire.
Voices and lightning and tracer balls
A delegation of evil angels.

A brother fell, was thrown back, a hole in his chest opened.
His soul floated above, watching his brother rush to him.
Shouting, asking: "You're not going anywhere bro."
Atz the medic acts and whispers, "Stay with me."

And the Holy Spirit watches, hovers and wishes - the gift.
My eyes have lifted up my eyes to you, my father, I have seen your wonders.
The institutions of the world were shaken and angels rushed to and fro.
Why would our Lord stand from a distance in front of a bridegroom who escaped from his clutches.

"Where were you when I created heaven and earth" Bat Kol echoed.
"The letter is from the letter of God, and the decree has been passed."

All the sons of heaven stood up to prepare a place under the throne of his honor.
A saint in Genzi is deceived, no creature can stand in his presence.

A flapping of wings is heard and a black angel rushes to the lord of the heavens.
The Sharaf testified: "I was flying close and I heard a sound at dusk.
Her mother's unleavened bread was accepted
And here, here in my hand I brought her tear."

In his heart, the Lord gathered the tear of her cry,
Under the throne of honor in his mercy was created.
The Lord's song - "My sons are victorious, you know how to rejoice."
"Bring him back" commanded the God of the Chariot on his swords,
"His time has not yet come, another good life is ahead of him."

"Clouds to my clouds" cried the chambers of the heart of pleasure.
Not her hair was shaken by her tears.

Not at the time of the day, the manger was restored,
And an owl made its voice and maybe it was a breath.