Lyrics

4. The Giants of the Flood
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Rabbi Khiya and rabbi Yehudah travelled afar
They ascended the highest mountains
And crossed the deepest ravines
Where they faced the most gruesome scenes…

Chorus:
It is a mystery!
How could He?!
Why would He?!
Say, should He?!

In one place, human skeletons were scattered,
All were intact, none were shattered
Human but gigantic: five times as tall, fourteen cubits easily
None were disturbed, as if they had died peacefully
Rabbi Yehudah and rabbi Khiya instantly realized:
Those were the victims of the Flood!
Those were the sinners: the self-beaters,
The spillers of seed, the man-eaters!

The flood had been predicted in the most-ancient Scrolls
The giants tried to dam the springs with their feet, with their humongous soles
Then, as the lower waters rose, the giants climbed the tops
Defiantly they spoke: “We will be higher than the water, when it stops!”
But the upper waters descended to merge with the lower ones
To assure the drowning of all the giants and of all their sons!

Chorus:

The lower water… is the Shekhinah
The upper water… is Tif’erret
The lower water rose from the burning depths,
Boiling, seething, peeling off their skins:
A fitting punishment for their horrific sins!

It has been taught:
The waters of the Flood were thick as the semen
In heat they had wasted
So, in heat, their own ways they tasted

It is NO mystery: how could He not?!
It is NO mystery: why would He not?!
It is NO mystery! Don’t say: He should not