To the Preeminent Musician

To be played upon the Eight-Stringed Lyre

 

A Mizmor of David

 

Yasha! Come!

YAHAUAH,

Deliver me!

Behold the work of the destroyer:

For the set-apart

Are no more.

The kind and the merciful

Have failed.

Ended

Are the faithful

From among

The sons of A’dam.

 

Emptiness.

Falsehood.

Vanity.

They declare lies.

They threaten their neighbor.

With smooth, flattering lips,

Every man

Speaks deceit

To his companion.

In his heart resides evil inclination.

YAHUAH,

The Self-Existent One,

Shall hew into pieces

All lips that magnify themselves

With smoothness;

The mouth the promises

Haughty things

Shall be utterly consumed.

 

Who boast:

With speech,

We shall become mighty.

With language,

We shall prevail.

Against us,

Who shall be our master?

 

For violence and destruction,

Havoc and ruin

Against the poor and needy,

On account of the crying,

Groaning

And lamentation

Of the humble and wretched:

 

Now, will I arise.

Now, will I come on the scene.

 

The Self-Existent, Eternal One—

YAHUAH declares,

I will appoint Yeshua

To kindle the flames.

 

Words of the covenant,

The Torah,

Word of YAHUAH,

Pure,

Morally clean,

Refined as silver

In a furnace of earth,

Strained and purified

Seven times as much.

 

Thou, O, YAHUAH,

Self-Existent, Eternal One,

Guard

Preserve

Keep watch above

Those who live

During this period,

For as far as one

Can see or perceive,

To the edge of the horizon

And beyond.

 

On every side,

Lead away

The criminals,

The guilty and condemned,

Those rebels,

When worthlessness be exalted

By the sons of men.