Pekudei

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Pekudei

Oholiav, of the tribe of Dan,

Master craftsman of his clan,

Whose skills were honed in slavery,

Embroiderer of captivity.

Turquoise, purple, scarlet wools,

He fashioned with his stitching tools,

With linen too he plied his trade,

He wove, and carved, as he was bade.

With blade and needle, looms and hoops,

He’d served those Mitzri nincompoops,

Now liberated, with love he tackled,

Adornment of the Tabernacle.

In joy, his craft he now applied,

To cloth and hair and wood and hide,

And all the fabric they had spun,

Did Oholiav, Achisamach’s son.