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הַנֵּרוֹת הַלָּלוּ שֶׁאָנוּ מַדְלִיקִין
Yesterday, we had planned to be in brooklyn for a big family candle lighting and celebration. Unfortunately, the fact that my husband and I were both under the weather meant that we couldn't go.
However with the magic of the internet we did candle lighting together via Zoom.
Despite being family, some of the customs of candle lighting differ slightly.
The actual candle lighting is traditionally followed by this text which is a little historical and legal round up about the act of lighting Chanukah candles.
We kindle these lights on account of the miracles, the deliverances and the wonders which you did for our fathers, by means of thy holy Kohanim. During all the eight days of Chanukah these lights are sacred, neither is it permitted us to make any profane use of them; but we are only to look at them, in order that we may give thanks unto thy name for your miracles, your deliverances and your wonders.
My cousin and her children and grandchildren usually sing this in the German jewish melody of her late husband. this year we sang this paragraph in the melody that I learned in my household. I just spent too much time listening to all of the various melodies ( If you can't read Hebrew click on the bulleted list where you will hear some beautiful renditions but none of them is the one I actually want you to hear.)
Anyway the singing of Hanerot Halalu( these candles is followed by the far more famous to the general universe Maoz Tzur.
Most Americans know the first stanza.
מָעוֹז צוּר יְשׁוּעָתִי לְךָ נָאֶה לְשַׁבֵּחַ.
O Fortress, Rock of my salvation, to you it is lovely to give praise:
I will complete with song and psalm the dedication of the altar.
The poem itself was composed in France around the year 1000. Most people are familiar with this melody written in Germany.
This melody probably isn't as old as you think it is but it is what most people think of when they think of Maoz Tzur. It's fun to sing and easy, even for folks like me, to harmonize and feel all fancy.
Most folks aren't aware that this is only the first stanza of a much longer poem that goes through Jewish history recounting all of the times that god has saved us.
Like lots of liturgical poetry the references aren't exactly straightforward. Often liturgical poems are a chance for both the author and the reader to show off their knowledge of references throughout the poem.
My family tradition is to sing the first stanza and the stanza that refers to Chanukah. Last night i had the pleasure of singing all of the stanzas with my family.
The second stanza is:
רָעוֹת שָׂבְעָה נַפְשִׁי בְּיָגוֹן כֹּחִי כִּלָה.
Full sated was my soul with ills, my strength was spent with sorrow;
while the host of Pharaoh and all his seed sank like a stone into the deep.
The translation here is much more clear about the fact that this stanza is speaking about liberation from slavery in Egypt than the Hebrew is. A quirk of the melody is that the last line about the drowning of Pharaoh's soldiers sounds really happy.
Stanza three is about returning from Babylonian exile.
and their men of understanding appointed these eight days for song and praises.
These are teeny wicks that I made from one large wick. Smaller wicks burn longer than fat ones
A common form of Jewish liturgical poetry is a recitation of various points in Jewish history when God has saved us. Most of those poems end with a hope of future salvation. I use the word differently here than it is used in Christianity where it is about spiritual salvation. In Judaism salvation is less about individual belief than it is about freedom from persecution and a return to our homeland
For the time of salvation has delayed and there is no end to the days of evil,
My dear cousin who is a trauma therapist was there with the rest of my family singing these very words. While we were in my son's safe room on those first days of the war she wrote to me with wise advise about trauma and letting me know that I was going through trauma.
At that moment, the way to get through that moment, was to play Cleopatra, Queen of Denial. As I have gotten some distance from that time I have been able to think back to my cousin's wise words of advice. We are for the moment living through through the days of evil and that salvation ( not the Christian take on it but the Jewish) feels like it a long time away.
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