Refrain: The oppressed, be gracious I pray thee, my God, the oppressed, be gracious I pray thee, my God, barefoot and with torn clothes, be gracious I pray thee, my God.
They ambushed us
And we were on our feet [in] lines, lines
The soldiers1 and the commander encircled us
Alas, my God, what will happen now?
Alas, my God, how [is] this
The soldiers arrived with strength
They multiplied and spoke to me: Hey, Jew
Come after us now!
It was delayed destruction
Every night passed in a moment
How early work is tomorrow
We resembled prisoners
Be gracious, I pray thee, my God
I resembled a prisoner
I think how this is possible
They were transporting us to Ksar-Tyr2
We remained fasting for four days
Be gracious, I pray thee, my God
They forced us to stand and assemble3
Between Zaghouan and Djebebina
The wounded remained separately in el-Aouina
They continued and took us to Megrine
Be gracious, I pray thee, my God
They continued and took us to Mateur
And the tears flow from my eyes
From Bizerte many people escaped
Because the bombs came raining down4
Be gracious, I pray thee, my God
Because of the bombs I was confused
And I did not know what to do
The lice are a burden upon me
And my hands are injured from shoveling5
Be gracious, I pray thee, my God
My hands are dry from shoveling
Mother, go and see the list
Your son thrown away between the mountains
At least you will know where he is
Be gracious, I pray thee, my God
At least you will know how he is
Why this shame and embarrassment?
Wait [patiently] like me and like the others
And I wish that we will return and be happy
Be gracious, I pray thee, my God
And I wish that we will return and be healthy
And my brother will return from Ferryville
And my friends will return from Enfidaville
And we will be joyous around the table [together]
Be gracious, I pray thee, my God
And we will be joyous around the table together
How often they abused us in Sidi Ahmed
God will repay each person as he deserves
And God will judge the evil ones
Be gracious, I pray thee, my God
The “judgment” upon them
And the “hidden” will become strong
And the weapons will be thrown from their hands
And they will themselves become the prisoners
Be gracious, I pray thee, my God
They will themselves be imprisoned
And the Jews will triumph on Shabbat, at the appointed time
And the “sins of the past will be forgiven”
They said “Amen,” alas they are convinced!
Be gracious, I pray thee, my God
They said “Amen” [Hallelujah] and we will come “the hidden”
And will remove the shovel and the axe6
And the “destroyers of the scroll”7
Their names we fear
Be gracious, I pray thee, my God
Because they guarded the displaced [to receive limited food]
And the meal is small and running out
Many times a truck was loaded [and plundered]
And that saved us from starving.
Be gracious, I pray thee, my God
We remained struggling on the black market
How will you do [this], alas, father of children
Also if you will work night and day
Always your son will be lacking.
Be gracious, I pray thee, my God
Always you will struggle together with the mother(s)
Without finding any fish or any meat
Without potatoes, without vegetables and without eggs
Also [the shops of] the vendors are locked shut.
Be gracious, I pray thee, my God
The wealthy were imprisoned also
And when they were present they were commanded: [by the Germans]
“Guard our soldiers
If one will die—fifty of you will be killed.”
Be gracious, I pray thee, my God
If one will die we will start with you
And onto you we shall send an army
They will enter the houses and torture you
They will frighten you [surprise] in your sleep.
Be gracious, I pray thee, my God
They will frighten you with shells and shots
And they continue to sound the alarms
And spot the planes
And you still trust in God?
Be gracious, I pray thee, my God
We will continue to please before Your mercy
Which is ready [and found] in all places
Many [soldiers] fell in the bomb shelter
And many fell shattered.
Be gracious, I pray thee, my God
There are those dead from direct hits
And there are dead in the trenches
And there are dead in the shelters
And there are shattered dead8
Be gracious, I pray thee, my God
To the others they robbed their apartments
And they remained cast off in the streets
They sleep on the land, great and small
And their belongings case out in the street.
Be gracious, I pray thee, my God
The belongings were plundered
From all around the city came the mourners
They escaped alone on the run
Alas my God, they are to be pitied, poor people.
Be gracious, I pray thee, my God