The struggle has made my body old—you tore
_____my right side, to balance as I walk
the already stricken left side of my brain—
_____my hip is wrenched, my knee aches, I limp,
and the first step, since I will go my way
_____the best I can now, your way, is I admitted
I was powerless—and who has
_____managed it—my life—and brought me to
this day, in one piece, b’shalem,
_____though I am torn? This time
I have not run away—this time I won’t
_____dissemble—nobody watched before;
now I am watched—you saw—must be alive,
_____because I wrestled and prevailed—won’t say
I won—but had the power to last the night,
_____so that the demon fled, so that the darkness
failed. I will go my way now,
_____but I can’t walk—you’ve made me yours,
yet have not promised I’ll be healed.
_____You fled from me—I
let you go—your wound is
_____what I have for blessing,
pain at my side where
_____I surrender to you—
Vayishlach, Genesis 32:4–36:43