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Another Akeyda
Release me.
Forgive me, when I opened my mouth
I did not know that you would demand so much.
I did not know that you would demand everything
that is mine, the only thing that is mine.
Here, bound, I shall offer up to you
My child, my only-one, whom I love.
A Voice cried out to Avraham
and stayed his hand, when he raised the knife.
You blessed him--his child lived.
Release me, I beg of you.
I stand here, listening for the voice.
Stay my hand also, and release me.