Forget thy affliction, and cease supplication,
Recall thy release from Egyptian rod,
The hand is not short that hath laid earth's foundation,
Who stretched out the heavens remaineth thy God.

And at thy due season the glory that dwelleth
In Zion shall rest on thy head that great day,
When moonlight as sunlight in radiance welleth
And sunlight shall glow with a sevenfold ray.
Translated by Israel Zangwill