Ken, yesh harbei hester panimV'ahavot she'i efsharKmo she'anu noladimEl toch hachayimMah nish'ar?
Ken, al yamim, yamim rabimAl hak'ev shelo chadalKmo she'anu noladimU-m'vakshim k'tzat rachamimElohai....
Elohai, kawl han'shama she-natata biElohai, kawl han'shamaMah, mah hi?
Elohai, ten rak ko'ach l'chulamElohai, ten rak ko'ach l'olam
Yes, God often turns away his face*And loves impossible are manyThe way we bornInto the lifeWhat is left?
Yes, for the many, many daysFor the unceasing painThe way we bornAnd ask for a bit of mercyMy God...
My God, all the soul you have instilled in meMy God, all the soulWhat, what is it?
My God, please give strength to everyoneMy God, please give strength to the world**