Rejoice, this is the Day that the Lord has Made (Psalm 118: 24)
This is a song of thanksgiving. Beautiful. Each phrase perfectly constructed.. First rendition is more traditional, but it’s subtitled. Listen to it first, then go to the one by the boys. Their rendering is their own.
SUNG BY TZEMED YELED
THIS ONE SUNG BY SIMCHA LEINER
HERE THE SONG IS *ATTEMPTED* BY THE REBE & A FEW YOUNG FELLOWS WHO HAVE HAD TOO MUCH TO DRINK!
At least we can give thanks that drunken young buds, themselves, wish to give thanks.
[A rough translation]
My Uncle’s [Lord’s] voice: here it comes is what they say
To remove all the bad and to lift us high
From the Depth of earth and to awaken those who sleep with a horn’s cheer.
My Uncle’s [Lord’s] voice here it comes:
This is the word which is spread, even infants capture its prophecy;
So let’s welcome Him with drums,
Sing to him, cheer for him, how blessed are His people.
[With His coming] all lies disappear, all the deer of the fields
Will dance, will leap over the mountains: not for fear of the foxes or the ravine;
For from that very chasm live water flows to water the Lily of the Valley,
To raise a Temple which will put away all suffering.
My Uncle’s [Lord’s] voice is pulsing [upon us]:
Open wide my sons, it’s time for your redemption; I say
Enough of your troubles. To you, Rachel, I come promising
No more tears; you will cry no longer.
Can you not almost smell the Messiah, more than any peddler’s powder?
Hello to you. My pure Uncle [Lord] pours out your anger [your fear]
upon the rocks – shattering. With Him
There is great mercy; no memory can contain
All His compassion.
My Uncle’s [Lord’s] voice is here… *