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Музыка: вариации на тему песни неизвестного автора «Чижик-Пыжик» и средневекового ханукального гимна "Maoz Tsur".
Текст: Анна Ахматова «Мурка, не ходи, там сыч...», "Maoz Tsur Yeshuati (Твердыня, Оплот спасения моего...)" на древнееврейском языке.

This traditional Chanukah song is sung by some after the lighting of the Menorah

Ma-oz Tzur Y’shu-a-ti Le-cha Na-eh L’sha-bei-ach
Ti-kon Beit T’fi-la-ti V’sham To-da N’za-bei-ach
L’eit Ta-chin Mat-bei-ach Mi-tzar Ha-mi-na-bei-ach
Az Eg-mor B’shir Miz-mor Cha-nu-kat Ha-miz-bei-ach

Ra-ot Sav-ah Nafshi B’yagon Kochi Ka-leh
Cha-yai Mei-re-ru V’koshi B’shi-bud Malchhut Egla
U-v’yado Ha-g’dola Ho-tzi Et Ha-sgula
Cheil Par-oh V’chol Zar-oh Yardu K’even Bim-tzula

Dvir Kodsho Hevi-ani V’gam Sham Lo Sha-kat-ti
Uva Nogeis V’higlani Ki Zarim Avad-ti
V’yein Ra-al Ma-sachti Kim-at She-a-varti
Keitz Bavel Z’ru-bavel L’keitz Shiv-im No-shati

Krot Komat B’rosh Bi-keish A-gagi Ben Hamdatah
V’ni-h’yata Lo L’fach U-lemokeish V’ga-a-vato Nishba-ta
Rosh Y’mini Niseita V'oyeiv Shmo Machita
Rov Banav V’kin-yanav Al Ha-eitz Ta-lita

Y’va-nim Nik-bi-tzu A-lai A-zai Bi-may Chash-ma-nim
U’far-tzu Chomos Migda-lai V’tim-u Kol Ha-shma-nim
U’mi-no-tar Kan-ka-nim Na-a-sa Neis La-sho-sha-nim
B’nei Vi-nah Y’mei Sh’mo-nah Kav-u Shir U’ri-na-nim

Cha-sof Z’ro-a Kodshecha V’ka-reiv Keitz Ha-yeshu-ah
N’kom Nikmat Ava-decha Mei-uma Har-sha-ah
Ki Archah Ha-sha-ah V'ein Keitz Limei Ha-ra-ah
D’chei Admon B’tzeil Tzalmon Ha-keim La-nu Ro-im Shiv-ah

Translation:

O mighty stronghold of my salvation,
to praise You is a delight.
Restore my House of Prayer
and there we will bring a thanksgiving offering.
When You will have prepared the slaughter
for the blaspheming foe,
Then I shall complete with a song of hymn
the dedication of the Altar.

My soul had been sated with troubles,
my strength has been consumed with grief.
They had embittered my life with hardship,
with the calf-like kingdom's bondage.
But with His great power
He brought forth the treasured ones,
Pharaoh's army and all his offspring
Went down like a stone into the deep.

To the holy abode of His Word He brought me.
But there, too, I had no rest
And an oppressor came and exiled me.
For I had served aliens,
And had drunk benumbing wine.
Scarcely had I departed
At Babylon's end Zerubabel came.
At the end of seventy years I was saved.

To sever the towering cypress
sought the Aggagite, son of Hammedatha,
But it became [a snare and] a stumbling block to him
and his arrogance was stilled.
The head of the Benjaminite You lifted
and the enemy, his name You obliterated
His numerous progeny - his possessions -
on the gallows You hanged.

Greeks gathered against me
then in Hasmonean days.
They breached the walls of my towers
and they defiled all the oils;
And from the one remnant of the flasks
a miracle was wrought for the roses.
Men of insight - eight days
established for song and jubilation

Bare Your holy arm
and hasten the End for salvation -
Avenge the vengeance of Your servants' blood
from the wicked nation.
For the triumph is too long delayed for us,
and there is no end to days of evil,
Repel the Red One in the nethermost shadow
and establish for us the seven shepherds.

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