Средневековый еврейский рэп

Сефер Тахкемони (XIII век) в переводе на английский звучит как чистой воды рэп

So roused by the Divine Mind, I put fear behind, struck fires that soared to heaven to sight the blind, that all earth might know our Holy Tongue beyond compare. Prisoners of hope, I cried, Israel has a son and heir who can, with loving care, with words and song and parables rare, front Hebrew, the abandoned bride, and loud declare, You are fair, my love, you are fair! I clear the way that our Holy Tongue might lead her chariots down victory's thoroughfare to her rivals' despair; fright her foes like a ravening bear and all our wastes repair, stripping Esau and Ishmael bare. See her conquer...

А вот на иврите
וְכֶרֶם זָרִים לִנְטוֹר מִהַרְתִּי. וְכַרְמִי שֶלִי לֹא נָטָרְתִּי. וְעַל כֶּן חִיבַּרְתִּי הַסֶפֶר הַזֶּה בִּמְלִיצוֹת חֲדָשוֹת. מִלְשוֹן הַקֹדֶש קְדוֹשוֹת.

Не так очевидно, но и отрывок поменьше, надо бы подлиннее найти.