אַתְקִֽינוּ Prepare the feast of perfect faith, joy of the holy King. Prepare the Royal feast, this is the feast [mystically known as] “the Small Face,” and “the Holy Ancient One” and “the Field of Holy Apples” [mystical terms for aspects of the Divine] come to partake in the feast with it.

Children of the palace who yearn to see the radiance of “the Small Face,” be here at this table in which the King is engraved. Long to join this gathering together with the winged angels. Rejoice now at this time of favor when there is no displeasure. Come close to me, see my strength, for there are no harsh judgments: Those brazen dogs are outside, unable to enter. So I invite the holy Ancient of Days, His brow of desire as the moment fades, And His will is revealed, to annul all forces of impurity. Hurl them into the abyss, hide them in the clefts of rocks, For now, at Minḥa-time, is a time of joy for “the Small Face.”

מִזְמוֹר לְדָוִד A psalm of David. The LORD is my Shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside the still waters. He refreshes my soul. He guides me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake. Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. You set a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You anoint my head with oil; my cup is filled to overflowing. May goodness and kindness follow me all the days of my life, and may I live in the House of the LORD for evermore.

יְדִיד Beloved of the soul, Father of compassion, draw Your servant close to Your will. Like a deer will Your servant run and fall prostrate before Your beauty. To him Your love is sweeter than honey from the comb, than any taste.

הָדוּר Glorious, beautiful, radiance of the world, my soul is sick with love for You. Please, God, heal her now by showing her Your tender radiance. Then she will recover her strength and be healed, Be Your servant for eternity.

וָתִיק Ancient of Days, let Your mercy be aroused; please have pity on Your beloved child. How long have I yearned to see the glory of Your strength. Please, my God, my heart’s desire – hasten; do not hide Yourself.

הִגָּלֵה Reveal Yourself, beloved, and spread over me the tabernacle of Your peace. Let the earth shine with Your glory, let us be overjoyed and rejoice in You. Hurry, beloved, for the appointed time has come, and be gracious to me as in the times of old.

אֵל מִסְתַּתֵּר God hides Himself in the beauty of concealment, His wisdom opaque to all human thought; / Cause of causes, adorned with the highest crown, they [the angels] give You, LORD, a crown.

In the beginning was Your primordial Torah, inscribed with Your hermetic wisdom. Where can it be found? It is hidden. Wisdom begins in awe of the LORD.

Wider than a river, like never-ending streams, deep waters, that only an understanding man can draw, / its outcomes are the fifty gates of understanding. The faithful are guarded by the LORD.

Great God, all eyes are turned toward You. Your great kindness is higher than the heavens. / God of Abraham, remember Your servant, I will tell of the LORD’s kindness, sing praises to the LORD.

Sublime, majestic in strength and might, who brings forth unparalleled light, “Awe of Isaac,” make our judgment light. Forever, LORD, is Your might.

Who is like You, God, doing great deeds, Mighty One of Jacob, awesome in praise, Splendor of Israel, who listens to prayers, LORD who listens to those in need.

God, may the merit of the fathers be our shield. Eternal One of Israel, redeem us from distress. / Draw us, raise us, from the pit of exile, that we may loudly sing in service at the House of the LORD.

From right and left the prophets were inspired, finding within them Eternity and Glory, / known by the names of Yakhin and Boaz, and all your children shall be learned of the LORD.

Foundation, the Righteous, is hidden in Seven, the sign of the covenant to the world. Source of blessing, Righteous, Foundation of the world, righteous are You, LORD.

Restore, please, David and Solomon’s kingdom, with the crown with which his mother crowned it. / The congregation of Israel is sweetly called a bride, a crown of splendor in the hand of the LORD.

Mighty One, unite the ten Sefirot as one. Those who divide them from the LORD will see no light. / Together they shine like sapphire. Bring my song close to You, the LORD.