“The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handiwork. Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge. There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard. Their line is gone out through all the earth and their words to the end of the world. In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun. Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race. His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit unto the ends of it; and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof”.Psalm 19:1-6

“The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handiwork. Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge. There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard. Their line is gone out through all the earth and their words to the end of the world. In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun. Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race. His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit unto the ends of it; and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof”.Psalm 19:1-6

Yankele, written by Mordechai Gebirtig Lyrics translation; Sleep, sleep, Yankele, my handsome son. Close your little black eyes. My little one, now that you have all your teeth – must you make your mother sing you to sleep? The little boy who has all his teeth and who, God permitting, will soon go to kheyder And learn Torah and Talmud – must he cry when his mama rocks him to sleep? The little boy who will learn Talmud – and how glad and proud in his heart your father is that you’ll be learning Talmud – must he make his mother stay awake all night? Sleep then, my little one, my clever one who will be a bridegroom yet. Sleep while you are still in your cradle by my side. It will cost your mother many tears to make a man of you.

Air’s Bridegroom? On Top of the Exhausted Crying Cloud The First Season of the Year of the Sky’s Shadow You know, it’s kinda funny. In my mind ‘gimmick’ has a negative conotation. It’s, like, a thing that is there to divert the attention on an otherwise mediocre product. Or something. But like two thirds of the levels in Vip4 are gimmick levels and it’s what makes them awesome. Pretty weird!

Lyrics: A mother lived by the North Sea shore Daughters were the babes she bore One grew radiant as the sun Darkly grew the elder one A knight came riding to their door He travelled far to be their wooer He courted both with gold and rings But loved the younger o’er all things “Sister, won’t you walk with me To watch the ships sail o’er the sea?” As they walked the rocky shore The dark one pushed her sister o’er “Sister, sister, let me live All that’s mine I’ll surely give” “Thy bridegroom I will take and more But thou shalt never come ashore” Off she floated like a swan The salt sea bore her body on You could not see her lily feet Her golden fringes were so deep A minstrel walking by the strand Saw her body float to land When he looked that lady on He sighed and made a heavy moan He made a harp of her breastbone Whose sound would melt a heart of stone Took the strands of her bright hair And with them strung his harp so rare He brought the harp to the wedding hall There to play before them all When they set it on a stone The harp began to play alone The strings sang out a dreadful sound “The bride her younger sister drowned Now her secret you all know Her guilty tears will surely flow”