A song of the sisters of Rachel
How long O’ LORD
Will you leave my hand empty?
It hangs in the open air
No clasp of warmth does it know.
I ache in the echo of my desire;
I ache in the echo of silence.
My arms at my sides
Wither as dry leaves;
My lips crack and shut up tight.
No footstep is heard in my house.
And when I walk
I am sunburned.
The young men incline not their heads;
Even the old men look not at me.
Will you also turn your face
Mothers laugh at me behind their hands.
Yes the young women give me
an eye of scorn saying:
“Her vineyard has no keeper,
and no grapes will grow on her vines.”
You send no rain to silence them.
My cistern grows old;
In the dark it lies undiscovered,
In the dark the cracks widen;
For all my weeping I cannot fill it.
Yet You visited Hannah;
And though Sarah laughed-
You withheld not your hand from her.
Even to Ruth and to Tamar you sent
a latter rain.
I know You are a well for my soul.
Your waters answer my loneliness like a flood.
And your right hand will hold me,
Yes your right and left arms
Will embrace the heart of your maidservant
in the silence and in the dark.
Send unto me, O my God,
A wellspring and a stream.
For who shall sing to You when I am
in the earth,
But my seed who live on after me?
Who will rise up in the dark of morning
to praise You-
If my cistern is not opened
And no children grow up before you
as tender grapes?
Heed the cry of your maidservant,
In your loving-kindness, give unto me a man
He who has set his love upon You
One who knows your name.
He who chases after you as a rushing stream,
As the water that flees from the mountains.
Let this man take away
the reproach of your maidservant;
To dry up their wagging tongues,
To fill their eyes with my joy
And my delight in the love of my youth.
My house shall be a house of noise!
Yes with a great shout and a chorus
I will thank Him.
For Yahweh will add voices to my voice
In the morning and in the night
We will sing to Him.
We will declare the name
Of the most high God
With a sound like many waters.