Ari B Lesser - Dust to Dust - Rosh HaShanah 5787

[music] >> Men are nothing but blood and [singing] flesh from the day we're born to the time [music] of death. We risk our lives for the bread we earn. [music and singing] We come from dust to dust we return. We break like pottery, [music] wither like [singing] grass, like flowers we wilt, like shadows we [music] pass. Gone [singing] with the wind, we blow off steam till we [music] crumble like dirt and fade like [singing] a dream. On Rosh Hashanah, the judge [music] is sitting, the case is tried, the verdict is written. Not much [singing] time [music] to make an appeal on Yom Kippur, your fate gets sealed. >> [music] >> How many pass? How many born? Who will rejoice? Who [music and singing] will mourn? Who should suffer? Who has fun, [music] who grows [singing] old, and who dies young? Men are nothing but [music] blood and flesh from the day we're [singing] born to the time of [music] death. We risk our lives for the bread we earn. We [singing] come from dust to dust we return. We break like pottery, [music] wither we wilt, like shadows we pass. Gone with the wind, [music] we blow off steam [singing] till we crumble like dirt and fade [music] like a dream. >> [music] >> Just as a shepherd examines [singing and music] his flock, we all pass before you so you can take stock. You count every soul, you know what we need, and feed each of us [music] in accord with our deeds. Who gets fat and who gets [singing] slaughtered? Who by fire, [music] who by water? Who by hunger, [music and singing] who by thirst? Who gets blessed and who gets cursed? Men [singing] are nothing [music] but blood and flesh from the day we're born till the time of [singing] death. We risk our lives for the bread [music] we earn. We come [singing] from dust to dust we return. We break like pottery, wither like [singing and music] grass. Like flowers we wilt, like shadows we pass. >> [music] >> Gone with [singing] the wind, we blow our steam till we crumble like dirt and fade like a dream. >> [music] >> The time has come, [singing] the year has passed at the sound of the mighty >> [music] >> Even the angels [singing] tremble in fear, they know that judgement day [music and singing] is here. Who's been righteous, who did wrong? Who [singing] gets sick and [music] who stays strong? Who finds peace, who has [music] stress? Who must wander, who can rest? Men [music] are nothing but blood and flesh from the day we're born till the time of [music and singing] death. We risk our lives for the bread we earn. We come from dust to dust we return. We break like pottery, wither like grass. Like flowers we wilt, like shadows [music] we pass. Gone with the wind, we blow our steam till [singing and music] we crumble like dirt and fade like a dream. >> [music] >> On the throne of truth [music] you sit as king, [singing] remembering every forgotten [music] thing. Each man is inscribed in the book on your shelf. You open it up and it speaks [music] for itself. Who gets rich, who goes broke, who gets stoned, who just [music] chokes. Who's brought low, who's raised high, [singing] who shall live and who must [music] die. Men are [singing] nothing but blood and flesh from the day [music] we're born till the time [singing] of death. We risk our lives for the bread [music] we earn. We come from dust, to dust [singing] we return. We break like pottery with a light [music] grasp. Like flowers we wilt, like shadows we pass. Gone with the wind, [singing] we blow off steam till we crumble like [music] dirt and fade like a [singing] dream.