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Share(א) מִזְמ֥וֹר לְדָוִ֑ד יהוה רֹ֝עִ֗י לֹ֣א אֶחְסָֽר׃ (ב) בִּנְא֣וֹת דֶּ֭שֶׁא יַרְבִּיצֵ֑נִי עַל־מֵ֖י מְנֻח֣וֹת יְנַהֲלֵֽנִי׃ (ג) נַפְשִׁ֥י יְשׁוֹבֵ֑ב יַֽנְחֵ֥נִי בְמַעְגְּלֵי־צֶ֝֗דֶק לְמַ֣עַן שְׁמֽוֹ׃ (ד) גַּ֤ם כִּֽי־אֵלֵ֨ךְ בְּגֵ֪יא צַלְמָ֡וֶת לֹא־אִ֘ירָ֤א רָ֗ע כִּי־אַתָּ֥ה עִמָּדִ֑י שִׁבְטְךָ֥ וּ֝מִשְׁעַנְתֶּ֗ךָ הֵ֣מָּה יְנַֽחֲמֻֽנִי׃ (ה) תַּעֲרֹ֬ךְ לְפָנַ֨י ׀ שֻׁלְחָ֗ן נֶ֥גֶד צֹרְרָ֑י דִּשַּׁ֥נְתָּ בַשֶּׁ֥מֶן רֹ֝אשִׁ֗י כּוֹסִ֥י רְוָיָֽה׃ (ו) אַ֤ךְ ׀ ט֤וֹב וָחֶ֣סֶד יִ֭רְדְּפוּנִי כׇּל־יְמֵ֣י חַיָּ֑י וְשַׁבְתִּ֥י בְּבֵית־יהוה לְאֹ֣רֶךְ יָמִֽים׃ {פ}
(1) A psalm of David.
GOD is my shepherd; I lack nothing. (2) [God] makes me lie down in green pastures, and leads me to water in places of repose— (3) renewing my life, guiding me in the right pathsas befits the divine name. (4) Though I walk through a valley of deepest darkness, I fear no harm, for You are with me;Your rod and Your staff—they comfort me. (5) You spread a table for me in full view of my enemies;You anoint my head with oil; my drink is abundant. (my cup overflows) (6) Only goodness and steadfast love shall pursue me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in GOD’s house for many long years.
Problems insoluble and problems offering
their own ignored solutions
jostle for my attention, they crowd its antechamber
along with a host of diversions, my courtiers, wearing
their colored clothes; cap and bells.
And then
once more the quiet mystery
is present to me, the throng's clamor
recedes: the mystery
that there is anything, anything at all,
let alone cosmos, joy, memory, everything,
rather than void: and that, O Lord,
Creator, Hallowed One, You still,
hour by hour sustain it.
(י) המליך אות אל"ף ברוח
וקשר לו כתר
וחתם בו
אויר בעולם
רויה בשנה
וגויה בנפש
rule over wind
and tied a crown to it
and sealed with it
air in the world
the overflowing in time
and the chest in the body-seal
translation by Rabbi Jill Hammer
- At Blackwater Pond – Mary Oliver
after a night of rain.
I dip my cupped hands. I drink
a long time. It tastes
like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold
into my body, waking the bones. I hear them
deep inside me, whispering
oh what is that beautiful thing
that just happened?
Oliver, Mary. Devotions. Penguin Press, NY: 2017. (pg. 393)
