"Mazal tov!" said my friend as he sat beside me at Shalosh Sheudos.
Towards the end of the Yedid Nefesh, he put his arm around me and we swayed to the music.
"Have you read the words?" he said. "The translation? It’s beautiful, particularly the end. It means something different when it is sung Friday night and when it is sung now."
Yom Kippur begins Sunday evening.
Please be revealed and spread upon me, my Beloved, the shelter of Your peace that we may rejoice and be glad with You. Hasten, be loved, for the time has come, and show us grace as in days of old.
