All night the army came up from
To get to the killing field, and that's all.
In the ground, warf and woof, lay the dead.
I want to die in My own bed.
Like slits in a tank, their eyes were uncanny,
I'm always the few and they are the many.
I must answer.
They can interrogate My head.
But I want to die in My own bed.
The sun stood still in Gibeon.
Forever so, it's willingto illuminate those waging battle and killing.
I may not see My wife when her blood is shed,
But I want to die in My own bed.
Samson, his strength in his long black hair,
My hair they sheared when they made me a
Perforce, and taught me to charge ahead.
I want to die in My own bed.
I saw you could live and furnish with
Even a lion's den, if you've no other place.
I don't even mind to die alone, to be dead,
But I want to die in My own bed.
Translated from the Hebrew by Barbara and Benjamin Harshav
