The big oppression is coming and in shortened time it will also soon pass. We have fought for so long, suffered for long enough. Yes, tired of fighting against the world, we, Your Set-apart volk, has been seduced by satan for long enough.  

But look, the Good Path is now prepared for Sion by her Bridegroom. So come, oh Jerusalem, it becomes time to settle down at His feet, so that you can, like peaceful sheep of His flock, graze around in His green pastures.

So, who can bring down the holy volk? Even if they have to endure whatever onslaught. Only before You, our El, will we have remorse over our sins and therefore confess our guilt before You. Yes, before Your Face we stand free before the entire world.

Look, with Mammon nothing but a lost world-reign now sliding over the eternal abyss, into darkness. So You Alone stay the Big heaven kingdom, yes, in full reign. You are the Rider on the White Horse, the Sword of Truth that cuts razor-sharp to both sides.

Therefore we, Your children, will rejoice exuberantly in Your Second Coming. You stay our Potter and we are Your willing clay. So, form us and make us just like You wish to. We stay the shelter in the wind, the small remnant which the world will never get down.