Blessed art Thou, Lord, our God,
King of the Universe,
Who has kept us and protected us,
and supported us until this day
it would be better we had never seen.

You deprived us of nothing,
neither despair nor dejection,
nor monotonous dull hope.

You are always the same, Holy One,
and we few haven't changed much, either.

© 1996 Boris Khersonsky. All rights reserved.
Translation by Ruth Kreuzer and Dale Hobson.