The world was created for me.
Thistles, spikes, prickles, crowns,
Spongy bushes, dagger thorns
Fester, nettles prosper in the palace.
I am formed for charity,
For burning briers, building towns,
Sowing hyssop, peppercorns,
Uprooting brambles, uprooting malice.
Then knowledge deeper than the sea,
Where evil dies, corruption drowns,
Sings potent notes on silver horns,
Pours holy wine from a silver chalice.
Yaacov David Shulman