Speed your journey, my thoughts and my longings
Speed your journey to mountain and valley
Where the sweet-scented air breathes a fragrance
Of the homes that we knew long ago
To the waters of Jordan, their greeting
To the down-fallen temples of Zion
Oh, my country, so fair and so wretched
Oh, remembrance of joy and of woe
Golden harps of the prophets are telling
Why so silent we hang from the willow?
Once again sing the songs of the homeland
Sing again of the days that are past
We have drunk from the cup of affliction
And have shed bitter tears of repentance
So inspire us, Jehovah, with courage
So that we may endure to the last
So that we may endure to the last
So that we may endure to the last
May endure to the last
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