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O heavens, send your rain upon us, send down the Just One to Israel. Do not be angry with us, Lord, remember no longer all our past transgressions: See, your city of Holies now has been deserted: Sion has been abandoned: Jerusalem has been made desolate: The house of Your kind and merciful blessing and of Your glory, the place where abundant praise rose from our fathers. O heavens, send your rain upon us, send down the Just One to Israel. |