Tombstone of Isaac ben Hayyim

The rinsed fences dry themselves in the wind. The kneaded black earth turns softer under my feet. Soaked soil, tousled and wanton wind, What more can I want from you today? It seems to me that I’ve…

The Samarians, who had come to an agreement with a [hostile (?)] king not to do service or to render tribute to me, did battle. In the strength of the great gods, my lords, I fought with them; I…