Solomon ibn Gabirol,
Songs of Exile — A Song of Redemption
“ Wherefore wilt Thou forget us, Lord, for aye? Mercy we crave! O Lord, we hope in Thee alway, Our King will save! Surely a limit boundeth every woe, But mine enduring anguish hath no end; My grievous years are spent in ceaseless flow, My wound hath no amend. O'erwhelmed, my helm doth fail, no hand is strong To steer the bark to port, her longed-for aim. How long, O Lord, wilt Thou my doom prolong? When shall be heard the dove's sweet voice of song? O leave us not to perish for our wrong, Who bear Thy Name! Wherefore wilt Thou forget us, Lord, for aye? Mercy we crave! ”
