What do we have, to offer You...for can human dignity ever compare to Divine Majesty?
The child says to his mother that, he would fashion for her, shoes out of his own skin
And the mother, calmly smiles saying that, his skin is also her gift to him!
Every element of us comes from You; even our non-existence, it comes from You.
Wasn't it You, who beheld our unformed substance, before we were conceived in our mother's womb?
So how do we create, even if we should, out of our non-existence, a worthy gift for You?
If we were to praise You with loud cymbals; if we were to blow a shofar to glorify Your name;
Then it would be Your gift to us...this Your gift to us - our privilege - to praise You sustains us - both body and soul.
If we were to sing to You, a love song, like King Solomon did; if we were to be a sweet voice in Your ears;
Then also, it would be Your gift to us...this Your gift to us - our privilege - to praise You sustains us - both body and soul.
And do You want our sacrifices? Didn't You find our incenses and animal sacrifices an abomination?
What You want is our heart - contrite and remorseful; And You alone can change our hearts of stone, into  hearts of flesh and blood.
So make haste and touch us; For You alone can make our sacrifices worthy of Yourself.