Avraham Nahmias

In memoriam

Died in the Hebrew year of 5555.

Translation: Blessed be the judge of truth. Mourn the torment, woe to my livelihood. My husband and my mother are in agony too. On my cocoon, my chosen one, in his grave. To my father Daktani. In my bed without conception, and agony inside me. My song is bitterly discarded in crying voice, in the midst of songs imprisoned. Her fortifications are my flesh and skin. Carry an ode of bereavement as the day is bitter. And all of her vitality is bitter sadness. Bitterness on top of distress are my light and glory, days of betrothal my mourning. A beautiful daughter is my grave. My destiny is broken bitterness. The holy righteous, the young man, wise and clever in learning, glory of youth, the man, Avraham Nahmias, of blessed memory was taken to the house of eternity on the 5th day of the month of Shivat, 5555 (1795). For lasting honor may his soul be bound in the bond of life in the highest garden of Eden.

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