We give thanks to you, O Thea,
for your love for your Creatures is unending.
When we were enslaved we did not consider your marvelous works,
nor remember the abundance of your love;
we defied you, believing not even you could help us.
But you set us free,
making your power known.
You rebuked the sea, and it dried up,
and you led us through the deep as through a desert.
You delivered us from the hand of those who hated us
and empowered us to escape from those who would have held us captive.
But we soon forgot your deeds
and did not take time to discern your wisdom for ourselves.
A craving seized us in the wilderness,
and we put you to the test in the desert.
We envied Miriam in the camp,
Miriam, your chosen one.
We forgot you, O Thea,
you who had liberated us.
We grumbled in our tents
and would not listen to your voice.
Then we were overtaken by the hand of our enemy
and those who hated us ruled over us.
Our enemies oppressed us,
and we were humbled under their hand.
Time after time you delivered us from our enslavement,
but we forgot your love and sank into traps of our own making.
Nevertheless, you saw our distress
when we voiced our lamentation.
You remembered your love, even when we forgot it,
and lifted us up once more.
Blessed be you, O Thea, author of Creation,
and may the blessing of your love ever be upon us!