My paths intertwine with hers My eyes flow with tears for crushed young men and women For our young who have been taken Some taken captive still in dark gloom Others returned with unrelieved darkness inside
Yet I have not forgotten happiness Or forsaken the pursuit for peace I shall remember my great faith in children of humanity Still valued in gold I have vented my fury with God and God’ s priests of wrath Igniters of unconsecrated fire Away from us! Those who seek to contaminate
With all this, the noble coronet refuses to fall off our heads Mt. Zion, and the Mishkan, have been destroyed And it is here our eyes saw the light We will not return and renew our days of the old sacrifice The temple of holiness for God’ s name shall fall and in its place we will sanctify their names. The ritual sacrifice will cease We will find other means of closeness better than gift offerings and burnings. The sin and guilt will never be eliminated And Shleimim, the“ whole” and peaceful are no longer to be found among us
Alas! Bitterly we wept We desisted from animal sacrifice And now, We are fed up and sick of sacrifice of humans
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