2000 years ago
A friendship was broke.
Kamtza was his best friend
But for his son the relationship he could not mend.
A servant hard of hearing
When the house he was nearing
Could not fathom why he was sent
But nonetheless on he went
With joy in his heart
Bar Kamtza from his house did depart
But when he arrived
Of his joy he was deprived.
“Get out!” came the voice so loud
That it was heard to the whole crowd
“please let me stay just a bit more
Because the embarrassment I could not ignore
If I sneak away
Their attention could be swayed”
“No” he yelled
And up his fist was held.
He betrayed all Klal Yisroel
And out the city he did crawl.
He told the Romans to send up a pig
And in Yerushalaim there was a shake so big.
The Jews were enslaved
All because a way a party host behaved.
(YGB Note: Not precise historically, but definitely precise in sentiment...)
`Al naharot bavel, sham yashavnu gam bakhinu b'zokhrenu et tsion. `Al
`aravim b'tokhah talinu kinorotenu. ki sham sh'elunu shovenu divrei shir
v'tolalenu simkha, "shiru lanu mishir tzion!" "eick nashir et shir YHVH `al
admat neikhar?" 'Im 'eshkakhekh y'rushalayim, tishkakh y'mini. Tidbak
l'shoni l'khiki 'im lo 'ezk'reikhi, 'im lo 'a`ale et y'rushalayim `al rosh
simkhati. Z'khor YHVH livnei edom et yom y'rushalayim, ha'omrim "`Aru,
`aru, `ad hay'sod bah!" Bat bavel hash'duda, 'ashrei shey'shalem lakh et
g'mulekh shegamalt lanu. 'Ashrei sheyokhez v'nifets `olalayikh el hasela.
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat and also we wept when we remembered zion. on the willows within it we hung our lyres for there request from us did our captors words of song with our lyres joyous music sing for us from the song of zion how can we sing the song of hashem upon the soil of an alien god if I forget you let my right hand forget its skill let my tongue adhere to my palate if I fail to remember you if I fail to elevate Jerusalem above my foremost joys remember hashem to repay the offspring of edom the day of Jerusalem to repay those who say destroy destroy to the very foundation of it o daughter of Babylon who has been violated praiseworthy is the one who repays you your recompense for how you treated us praiseworthy will be the one who will clutch and dash your infants against the rock