He betrothed me under the shade of a mountain,
He took me inside his house where we met and we joined.
He counted our blessings,
Each of our children.
The sons of Israel - fruitful as fish.
King David had to worry about the evil eye, but not you and not I.
We are like Yossef - "aleh shor,"
Exalted beyond vision.
Like a fish on dry land,
When the sea split - we saw their home.
towards the day of our wedding,
It's the glint of the many stars,
But there is no fear in our counting.
They are of perfect Shabbos,
No evil can mix in.
Lift up your head proudly,
Be counted, don't fear,
Our crown is shining brightly,
The glint of the divine eye that guards us.
Our number - if you could count them.
- Based on ideas from the first Mamer in Ohr Hatorah Bamidbar Sinai
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