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Good and Faithful Servant
A Petition for the Restoration of the Soil
I. The Cry of the Native-Born O Lord God of Hosts, the Mighty Avenger, do not keep silence! The waters have come up to our necks; the stranger has entered the gates of my father’s house. They sit at the table that was spread for our children, While the native-born wander in search of bread. Look upon this soil, the land of our inheritance; See how the landmarks have been moved by those who know us not.
II. The Judgment of the Household For Your Word declares: He who provides not for his own is lower than the infidel. Behold the leaders who have turned their backs on their brothers,And the masters of industry who hire the hand of the stranger while the citizen languishes.In the Name of the Most High, let a blockade be set against them!Let the gates of labor be shut until the children of this soil are satisfied.
III. The Imprecation (The Davidic Cry for Justice)As for the usurper who has stolen the heritage of the local: Let their path be dark and slippery, with the Angel of the Lord pursuing them. May the wealth they gathered here become as chaff before the wind; Let their silver turn to dross and their gold buy only vanity. May they be as a shadow that vanishes when the sun is high, And let their root be dried up from under the earth.
IV. The Reckoning of the Deceiver Strike the works of those who bypass their own kin for dishonest gain! Let the foundations of their houses crumble like sand, And may their names be blotted out from the assembly of the righteous. Where they have taken a seat that was not theirs, let them be cast out; Let the "stolen" bread be returned to the mouths of our sons.
V. The Plea for Restoration Lead us back to the ancient paths, O Lord, to the glory of the years of old. Cleanse the borders of our inheritance until the stranger is heard no more. Establish the work of our hands and restore the crown to the rightful heir. Let the foreigner depart in haste, finding no rest for the sole of his foot, Until the land belongs once more to those born of its dust.
I. The Cry of the Native-Born O Lord God of Hosts, the Mighty Avenger, do not keep silence! The waters have come up to our necks; the stranger has entered the gates of my father’s house. They sit at the table that was spread for our children, While the native-born wander in search of bread. Look upon this soil, the land of our inheritance; See how the landmarks have been moved by those who know us not.
II. The Judgment of the Household For Your Word declares: He who provides not for his own is lower than the infidel. Behold the leaders who have turned their backs on their brothers,And the masters of industry who hire the hand of the stranger while the citizen languishes.In the Name of the Most High, let a blockade be set against them!Let the gates of labor be shut until the children of this soil are satisfied.
III. The Imprecation (The Davidic Cry for Justice)As for the usurper who has stolen the heritage of the local: Let their path be dark and slippery, with the Angel of the Lord pursuing them. May the wealth they gathered here become as chaff before the wind; Let their silver turn to dross and their gold buy only vanity. May they be as a shadow that vanishes when the sun is high, And let their root be dried up from under the earth.
IV. The Reckoning of the Deceiver Strike the works of those who bypass their own kin for dishonest gain! Let the foundations of their houses crumble like sand, And may their names be blotted out from the assembly of the righteous. Where they have taken a seat that was not theirs, let them be cast out; Let the "stolen" bread be returned to the mouths of our sons.
V. The Plea for Restoration Lead us back to the ancient paths, O Lord, to the glory of the years of old. Cleanse the borders of our inheritance until the stranger is heard no more. Establish the work of our hands and restore the crown to the rightful heir. Let the foreigner depart in haste, finding no rest for the sole of his foot, Until the land belongs once more to those born of its dust.
