“Awake, awake O Zion,
Put on thy strength
Put on thy beautiful garments, O Jerusalem, the holy city…”
Put on your regal attire Esther
For if you keep your peace at this hour,
There will be no peace in this nation.
Do not for one moment think
That your position and your favour with the Lord
Will save you from this peril.
Go forth! March towards your enemy
And save your people from the jaws of death.
Forget thy people and thy kindred
And pray on your knees for these people
For they are like your own.
Plead my beloved.
For your King will hearken to your voice alone,
Echoing through His heart
Your voice alone will He hear
From the halls of heaven
He shall answer swiftly.
Swift as lightning will His retribution be
To His enemies.
But for you O Zion, will He grant favour,
A favour that will last a thousand generations.