This song was sung by the travelers to Jerusalem as they climbed up towards the city.
- I ask you for your help, you who are greater than all the material universe.
- As tiring lungs gasp for a quick intake of breath or a parched mouth gulps at a glass of cool water, we need you, Lord our Creator, to show us your compassion and tender-heartedness.
- Show us your love, Lord, show us your support, for we are exhausted by the ridicule.
- The cynics have laughed at our beliefs and the arrogant have told us that we are wrong, and we cannot take any more.
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