B"H

Oct. 18th, 19th of Tishrei

Establish the work of our hands
We need only look
With our eyes
I sing for joy
At the work of your hands
How great are your works
Your thoughts
How profound

They say the L-rd does not see
When he formed their eyes
How can that be

Sing to the L-rd a new song
The fields and the trees
Will sing along
Fortunate are those
Who eat manna of crystals
The Name will be with you
And Fortune
Will kiss you

And all of the fruit
And the produce
Will be for good use
Your heart
Will have no room
For fear of the world
When it's very source
You cleave to