1. I hardly made your living a sacrificial lamb
on which my wailing and moaning would be long

2. I declared it completely as fodder
Its fatness broke through the Giver

3. So they demolished a wall and took it from him
And through it, the issue of every door was narrowed

4. For if I were not given any sins, then I
Would be safe from the dogs, O children of dogs

5. And my luck deceived me, unlike my luck
On the feast of sacrifice, from eating the cooked meat

6. So the minister revived him, and he began to run
With a spacious lamb created from it