Hayyim Nahman Bialik

Upon the Slaughter

Heavenly spheres, beg mercy for me!If truly God dwells in your orbit and round,And in your space is His pathway that I have not found —Then you pray for me!For my own heart is dead; no prayer on my tongue;And strength has failed, and hope has passed:O until when? For how much more? How long?Ho, headsman, bared the neck — come, cleave