O My Lord, Your dwelling places are lovely

O My Lord, Your dwelling places are lovely

O My Lord, Your dwelling places are lovely
Your Presence is manifest, not in mystery.
My dream brought me to the Temple of God
And I praised its delightful servants,
And the burnt offering, its meal and libation
Which rose up in great pillars of smoke.
I delighted in the song of the Levites,
In their secrets of the sacrificial service.
Then I woke, and still I was with you, O Lord,
And I gave thanks — for to You it is pleasant to give thanks!

by Judah Halevi

English version by Solomon Solis-Cohen
Original Language Hebrew

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