Verse:Irta/Hebrew: Difference between revisions

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O friend of the soul, merciful father!
Friend of the soul, merciful father!
Please draw me, Your servant, towards Your will/good favor.
Draw me, Your servant, towards Your will/good favor.
Your servant runs like a deer
Your servant runs like a deer
And falls prostrate before Your splendor.
And falls prostrate before Your splendor.