Prologue: A Song of Redemption

Spare us, O G‑d,
Till our Helper is seen,
Till Your Lion arise,
Us to redeem.
That scion of Peretz
Will restore us to Eretz;
With spirit and might
He will soar to a height;
At the due time appointed,
A monarch anointed.

Sustain us, O G‑d:
The birthpangs are dire!
We yearn to behold
His royal attire,
Mashiach’s gold crown
And Jewry’s renown.
Let battles and violence
All fade into silence.
An end to our strife!
G‑d: Bless us with life!