Do not be angry with me, God.
Do not place Your anger in me.
Nor shape me so with Your Fire.
Love me, instead, as I love You.

I am feeble in my devotion,
and weak, as my bones tremble at Your Feet.
Heal my forgetful soul, that is so timid
and afraid of Your Almighty Presence.

Release my soul from its bondage, O Mighty One,
Save me, in the Name of Your Mercy,
that I may serve You
all the days and nights of my life.

Death has no memory of You,
being dead
and in the lower worlds,
no-one knows Your Name —
protect us, O holy angels,
from their fate.

But I, weary from my sighs and moans,
swim each night in the tears that drench my bed.
Anger and love dim my eyes — they do not see
clearly.
My tormentors age me, making me old before my time.
Separate me from all evil and evil-doers.

You have Heard the sound of my tears.
Hear, then, my plea to accept this, my prayer:
That all my enemies be shamed and hide,
and if they return, let their shame be immediate,
that they do not grow on me.

The angel stayed Abraham’s hand,
and instead, a ram was sacrificed,
and a covenant was signed.
A covenant which informs the people
of their Holy Task —
but no angel stopped my hand!