Look upon our affliction

and defend our cause

I am too young to go.

I want mother—I heard her voice

sharp, frightened, panicked.

I want her arms.

“No, sister, no. Mother will come back.

She has to make our supper.”

Redeem us speedily

for the sake of your name.

They speak strange words.

They shout, and yell.

They shoot angry guns. Their god

drinks blood.

They surround me, and taunt.

They tell me to praise their allah.

ברוך אתה אדונאי

 גואל ישראל