Selected Poems (Engelse vertaling)

141 JEHUDAH HALEVI

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SABBATH PEACE

To love of thee I drink my cup—
Peace to thee, peace, 0 Seventh Day!

Six days of work are like thy slaves,
job 7.4. While toiling through them, full of restlessness,
Gen. 29,20. All of them seem to me but as a few days,

For the love I have to thee, O day of my delight!

I go forth on the first day to do my work,
To set in order the next Sabbath day's array:
For God hath placed the blessing there:
Thou alone art my portion for all my toil.

The lamp for my holy day is from the light of

mine Holy One;
The sun and stars are jealous of my sun.
What care I for the second day or the third?
Let the fourth day hide his lights—