A Woman's Prayer

YEHUDA KARNI

A WOMAN'S PRAYER

Guard me, oh God, from the cold wind that blows,

From the scorching wind's harm

For the sake of the henhouse, the garden and the cow

In the barn:

Because from an old father and mother,

Fragile from the womb, you have taken me

To bring forth bread from meager earth

And fruit from a fig tree:

And because in love and silence I accept

All good and evil due:

The lowing of the cattle, the poorness of the crop

And that I am pregnant too.