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אֲשֶׁר אֵימָתֶֽךָ | Asher Eimatekha (Thou whose fear…), a qerovah piyyuṭ by Meshullam ben Ḳalonymous for Yom Kippur (translated by Elsie Davis)

Source (Hebrew)Translation (English)
וּבְכֵן לְנוֹרָא עֲלֵיהֶם בְּאֵימָה יַעֲרִֽיצוּ׃
Therefore in fear they reverence him who is tremendous above them.
אֲשֶׁר אֵימָתֶֽךָ
בְּאֶרְאֶלֵּי אֹֽמֶן
בְּאַבִּֽירֵי אֹֽמֶץ
בִּבְלֽוּלֵי קֶֽרַח
בִּבְדֽוּדֵי קֶֽדַח
וּמוֹרָאֲךָ עֲלֵיהֶם׃
Thou whose fear
Is o’er the angels true,
Pre-eminent in might,
O’er beings pure as ice,
Spirits of flaming light,
And Thine awe is upon them;
וְאָבִֽיתָה תְהִלָּה
מִגְלֽוּמֵי גוּשׁ
מִגָּֽרֵ גֵיא
מִדְּלֽוּלֵי פֹֽעַל
מִדַּלֵּי מַֽעַשׂ
וְהִיא תְהִלָּתֶֽךָ׃
Yet Thou desirest praise
From man who, formed of dust,
Tarrieth in the vale,
From us, the poor in deeds,
From us that strive and fail.
In truth this is Thy praise.
אֲשֶׁר אֵימָתֶֽךָ
בַּהֲמוֹן מַלְאָכִים
בְּהִלּוּךְ מַחֲנוֹת
בְּוַֽעַד אֲלָפִים
בְּוֶֽכַח רְבָבוֹת
וּמוֹרָאֲךָ עֲלֵיהֶם׃
Thou whose fear
Is o’er the moving camps,
Fulfilling Thy commands,
Thy council’s multitudes,
Myriads of holy bands,
And Thine awe is upon them;
וְאָבִֽיתָה תְהִלָּה
מִזִּיו שׁוֹנֶה
מִזֹּֽהַר כָּבֶה
מֵחֲסֵֽרֵי שֵֽׂכֶל
מֵחֽוֹרְשֵׁי רֶֽשַׁע
וְהִיא תְהִלָּתֶֽךָ׃
Yet Thou desirest praise
From us whose glory changeth,
Whose light in darkness dies,
From us that know not good,
That plough iniquities.
In truth this is Thy praise.
אֲשֶׁר אֵימָתֶֽךָ
בְּטִפּֽוּחַ עֲרָבוֹת
בְּטִכּוּס שְׁחָקִים
בְּיִשְׁרַת עֲרָפֶל
בִּירִיעוֹת מְעֹנָה
וּמוֹרָאֲךָ עֲלֵיהֶם׃
Thou whose fear
Is o’er the widespread plains,
Skies where Thy glories shine,
Darkness Thy lightnings pierce,
The veil that guards Thy shrine,
And Thine awe is upon them;
וְאָבִֽיתָה תְהִלָּה
מִכְּתֽוּמֵי שֶֽׁמֶץ
מִכְּמֽוּסֵי כֶֽתֶם
מִלְּכֽוּדֵי פַח
מִלְּעֽוֹנֵי מַר
וְהִיא תְהִלָּתֶֽךָ׃
Yet Thou desirest praise,
From us, impure and stained,
Bearing our sin’s impress,
Fast taken in the snare,
And steeped in bitterness.
In truth this is Thy praise.
אֲשֶׁר אֵימָתֶֽךָ
בְּמַסְלוּלֵי זְבוּל
בִּמְרוֹמֵי שְׁפַר
בִּנְטִיַּת דֹּק
בִּנְחִיַּת עָבִים
וּמוֹרָאֲךָ עֲלֵיהֶם׃
Thou whose fear
Is o’er the heavenly paths,
The splendour of the sky,
The outstretched firmament,
The clouds that float on high,
And Thine awe is upon them;
וְאָבִֽיתָה תְהִלָּה
מִסְּרֽוּחֵי מַֽעַשׂ
מִשְּׂבֵֽעֵי רֹֽגֶז
מֵעֲדוּרֵי אֱמֶת
מֵעֲמֽוּסֵי בָֽטֶן
וְהִיא תְהִלָּתֶֽךָ׃
Yet Thou desirest praise
From us of impure deeds,
Satiate with grief’s full store,
From us of little faith,
Though borne by Thee of yore.
In truth this is Thy praise.
אֲשֶׁר אֵימָתֶֽךָ
בְּפוֹתְחֵי קָדוֹשׁ
בְּפוֹצְחֵי בָרוּךְ
בִּצְדוּדֵי אַרְבַּע
בִּצְנֽוּפֵי שֵׁשׁ שֵׁשׁ
וּמוֹרָאֲךָ עֲלֵיהֶם׃
Thou whose fear
Is with them uttering “Holy!”
That break forth crying “Blessed!”
Angels of fourfold visage,
Six-winged to do Thy hest,
And Thine awe is upon them;
וְאָבִֽיתָה תְהִלָּה
מִקְּרֽוּאֵי אַֽיִן
מִקּוֹרְאֵי בְחֹֽנֶף
מֵרְחוֹקֵי אֱמֶת
מֵרֵֽיקֵי צֶֽדֶק
וְהִיא תְהִלָּתֶֽךָ׃
Yet thou desirest praise
From men whose worth is naught,
That by deceit transgress,
That are remote from truth,
Empty of righteousness.
In truth this is Thy praise.
אֲשֶׁר אֵימָתֶֽךָ
בִּשְׁבִֽיבֵי אֵשׁ
בִּשְׁבִֽילֵי מַֽיִם
בִּתְלֽוּלֵּי רוּם
בְּתַלְתַּלֵּי גֹֽבַהּ
וּמוֹרָאֲךָ עֲלֵיהֶם׃
Thou whose fear
Is o’er thine ocean paths,
Thy throne of burning light,
O’er the exalted hills,
Mountains of lofty height,
And Thine awe is upon them;
וְאָבִֽיתָה תְהִלָּה
מִבָּשָׂר וָדָם
מֵהֶֽבֶל וָתֹֽהוּ
מֵחָצִיר יָבֵשׁ
מִצֵּל עוֹבֵר
וּמִצִּיץ נוֹבֵל
מִמַּשְׁלִֽימֵי נֶֽפֶשׁ
מִמַּפְּרִֽיחֵי רֽוּחַ
וּמִמְעוֹפֲפֵי חַיָּה
וּמֵחֲנִיטֵי נְשָׁמָה
וּמוֹצִיאֵי יְחִידָה
וְנִשְׁמָעִים בַּדִּין
וּמֵתִים בַּמִּשְׁפָּט
וְחַיִּים בְּרַחֲמִים
וְנוֹתְנִים לְךָ פְּאֵר חַי עוֹלָמִים
וְתִפְאַרְתְּךָ עֲלֵיהֶם׃
Yet Thou desirest praise
From flesh and blood,
from vanity and naught;
From grass that withereth,
from the flower that fades;
The transient shadow,
and the passing breath,
The fleeting spirit,
life that taketh wing,
The only one,
the soul that goeth out.
In judgment they are heard,
lo! death their doom,
Yet in Thy mercy Thou dost grant them life,
Life of all worlds! Thy glory they acclaim.
And Thy splendour is upon them.

This is the piyyut “Asher Eimatekha (Thou whose fear…)” a piyyut attributed to Meshullam ben Ḳalonymous for the reader’s repetition of the Yom Kippur musaf amidah, published in Adler and Davis’s Maḥzor for Yom Kippur, Avodat Yom ha-Kippurim vol. 2 (1904), pp. 147-149. Goldschmidt tentatively ascribes this piyyut to Yanai.

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