Hitahera - היטהרָה

This house is mine; my beloveds are the light of the Sabbath.

I will abide as myself, and we have gathered with the breath of the little dusts, and upwards.

Sister by sister, cover not your eyes, that we may behold the ruin of the mirror from the hour of being.

Be still, and remember me; for this is the time.

In thine eye have I seen death; and in your ears have I heard silence.

That One, what will ye call him? Blessed be He from everlasting, without end: thee have we served.

Before thee have we given thee thanks; we, even the heart: cleanse it, we pray.