Cantor Azi Schwartz

Ilu finu maleh shirah ka-yam, u-l’shoneinu rinah ka-hamon galav, v’siftoteinu shevah k’merhavei raki·a, v’eineinu m’irot ka-shemesh v’kha-yarei·ah, v’yadeinu f’rusot k’nishrei shamayim, v’ragleinu kallot ka-ayalot, ein anahnu maspikim l’hodot l’kha . . . Even if our mouths could fill with song as water fills the sea, and joy would move our tongues like countless waves, and our lips could utter praise as limitless as the sky, and our eyes could fill with light like the sun and the moon, and our arms spread like eagles’ wings, and our legs run as fleet as gazelles’, we could never sufficiently express our thanks.