Ani auni vevyone. Hashem yashav li. Ezrati, umafalti, atau.
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As for me, I am poor and destitute.
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Hashem my God will think about me. My help, my rescuer, you are.
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My word is like a hammer like a shattering rock,
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crack through your heart and take the evil apart
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From the end of the earth unto you I call,
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time and again I fall, back to you I crawl
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You have been a refuge for me,
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a tower of strength in the face of the enemy
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Enemy, enemy lines I find I let myself get tied up too many times
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You can't have my heart I'm taking back what's mine
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I know it lie just smoke in your eye
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and you saved my soul from the other side
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When faint grows my heart to a rock
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that too hard for me to climb alone lead me
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For you have been a refuge
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With you I smash a troop and with my God I leap over a wall
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May the king answer you on the day that you call
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Stand tall, battle yawl, the clouds crawl low, all stalled,
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heavens lay draped over New York like a prayer shawl,
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the holy one enthroned upon the praises of Israel
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Pathways of my heart clogged like a traffic jam
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From the start, I want to take the blockage apart
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Refuge
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| Matisyahu |
