Only now, at night, can I kneel
on the Rock of Willingness
in white clothes, the wrong clothes

open and exposed under the stars
no incense and no curtains
It's the holy day, where are You?

And where were You then? Shrouded in a calm
during the storm, behind the heavenly armies
that have not come?

Where was the radiant cloud
to wreathe Thy king?
Did Enoch and Elijah watch?

I wail at the wall
like a child asking in vain
for food or alms, forgive me

Your mercy includes all people
who gave their naked lives, but
You do not answer, You don't pay attention to me

And yet: Help me, help us, do us justice
let us be Thy most beautiful jewel again
let Thy light shine from my face