I beseech thee, oh G-d, deliver me from this horror!
While traveling through infinite space, my vessel malfunctioned.
A crash landing imminent.
I prayed to you, G-d. I received no answer.
Giants gathered.
A probe pierced the vessel; an instrument forcibly extracted me from within.
For eight days, they tortured me: Blinded, beaten, feeding tube surgically removed, bound.
I am not questioned as to what my mission is.
The female, into whose care I have been delivered, has been nurturing.
A great gathering has taken place.
I have to assume the worst.
“G-d, please help me!”
A giant male lifts me.
I am powerless, but continue to struggle.
I hear shouting and cheering.
Stabbed by a sharp, thin instrument.
The crowd shouts! I hear his name, “Sandek.”
I see him.
I hate them all.
Sandek holds me tightly, immobilizing me, spreading my legs apart.
Liquid forced into me.
A weapon is brandished, sharp and silvery.
His name chanted, “Mohel!”
The Giant Mohel slashes away at me.
I am helpless.
I pray to you, oh G-d, free me. Do not allow such a mutilation to happen to me, one of your innocent children.
At long last G-d grants me escape: I lose consciousness.
In my waning moments of awareness, I hear, what must be G-d’s words, “…Who hath sanctified us by His Commandments … “
My circumcision completed!
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