Ani auni vevyone. Hashem yashav li. Ezrati, umafalti, atau.

As for me, I am poor and destitute.

Hashem my God will think about me. My help, my rescuer, you are.



My word is like a hammer like a shattering rock,

crack through your heart and take the evil apart



From the end of the earth unto you I call,

time and again I fall, back to you I crawl

You have been a refuge for me,

a tower of strength in the face of the enemy

Enemy, enemy lines I find I let myself get tied up too many times

You can't have my heart I'm taking back what's mine

I know it lie just smoke in your eye

and you saved my soul from the other side