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Already (Lord) with humility,
fearing my perdition,
in a sea of contrition
I seek port in Thy pity.
Against Thy immense goodness
I sinned. My sorrow warns me,
that of the error of Thy offending
my…
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Daniel Levi de Barrios
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Amsterdam, Dutch Republic (Amsterdam, Netherlands)
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ca. 1665
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The Law has such a great house—oh, look what suitors she does have!Who can doubt they are illustrious,Since on such a grand house they call?Even the judges of the peoplehave engaged in wooing her,show…
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Daniel Levi de Barrios
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Amsterdam, Dutch Republic (Amsterdam, Netherlands)
Date:
1683
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I am not lyric any more
I will not play the harp
for your pleasure
I will not make a joyful
noise to you, neither
will I lament
for I know you drink
lamentation, too,
like wine
so I dully…
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Alicia Ostriker
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New York, United States of America
Date:
2002
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Holy books, said my friend, angry,
there’s no such thing. Books,
books: let them talk
to us about books.
It was a hot night.
At noon light rips
through the room, and everything’s clear:
over the…
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Meir Wieseltier
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1986
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Let us make, I pray thee, a little chamber on the roof; and let us set for him there a bed, and a table, and a stool, and a candlestick .…
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Abraham Bukrat
Places:
Hafsid Ifriqiya (Tunisia)
Date:
Early 16th Century
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Sad is the man who forgets God
without waking from the dream of his error,
and of the evil that awaits him is never aware
until his sin of his death is the cause.
In his obstinate and…
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Daniel Levi de Barrios
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Amsterdam, Dutch Republic (Amsterdam, Netherlands)
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ca. 1665
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How can I hew out a song when the hammer of my senses is coated with rust? How can I play the lute when my hand is ensnared in fetters of fear? For my heart has entered the gazelle’s paved [palace]…
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Judah Zarco
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Constantinople, Ottoman Empire (Istanbul, Turkey)
Date:
1560
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O living and terrible God, replace my prison, this round pit, by a full moon and a goblet. Pray, turn the darkness of my hell into a shining light, and this dwelling-place of dusk into an orchard, a…
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Judah Zarco
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Constantinople, Ottoman Empire (Istanbul, Turkey)
Date:
1560
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I’m trying to pray; one of the voices of my mind says, “God, please help me do this,”
but another voice intervenes: “How conceive God’s interest would be to help you believe?”
Is this prayer? Might…
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C. K. Williams
Places:
Philadelphia, United States of America
Date:
1992
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When you see the planets and constellations circling heaven at all hours, do not imagine that they are speeding, like a runner in a valley, to show off their prowess. No, it is a sublime cause that…
Contributor:
Judah Zarco
Places:
Constantinople, Ottoman Empire (Istanbul, Turkey)
Date:
1560