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 My G-d, my savior 
 Who, in the valley of slaughter 
 When so many, my betters, fell 
 To my right and to my left, 
 Stamped the mark of life 
 Upon my brow 
 The brow of a lowly 
 And unworthy man 
 For who is to tell You 
 What to do? 
 And from then 
 Every throb of my heart 
 Is a psalm of thanks to You 
 My every breath of life 
 A song to Your name 
 Over this one thing 
 I implore You: 
 That my cup of gratitude 
 With a tear is laced 
 A tear of anguish and mourning 
 For the millions 
 For whom Your cloud muted 
 Their screams issuing 
 From the pits of death 
 I implore You 
 Over the echo of sorrow 
 In the trumpet of my praise 
 Over the trickle of pain 
 In my outpourings of thanks 
 Please 
 Forgive the tear 
 From the Hebrew by Yanki Tauber, originally published on www.chabad.org.   
                          
  Click here for the Hebrew Original - המקור בעברית 
 
       
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