בס״ד
Balak
HaShem puts blessings into Bilaam’s mouth
No iniquity or perversion is to be found
We arise like a lion
To be blessed, not cursed
Such accolades are placed on Bilaam’s tongue
And yet, to us, He sends plague after plague
Fiery serpents, and a pestilence of quail
His wrath burns against us
He pledges to annihilate us
Like a parent, who scolds and disciplines
His recalcitrant child
Yet defends him and protects him
From those who wish him harm
We did not hear HaShem praising us
And we were unaware of Bilaam’s curses
Which were turning, as in our time,
Into blessings
No comments:
Post a Comment