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Yeroushalaim Shel Zahav
Yeroushalaim Shel Zahav
Avir-harim
tzalul
kayain
Mountain
air,
as
clear
as
wine
Vereyakh
oranim
And
the
sun's
rays,
so
fine
Nisa
beruakh
haarbayim
im
kol
paamonim
A
breeze
blows
through
the
olive
trees,
with
all
its
bell-like
song
Uvetardemat
ilan
vaeven
shvuya
bakhaloma
And
in
the
blossom
of
the
almond
tree,
a
spring
has
just
begun
Hair
asher
badad
yoshevet
The
city
that
David
built
Uveliba
khoma
And
in
my
heart,
it's
still
Yerushalayim
shel
zahav
Jerusalem
of
gold
Veshel
nekhoshet
eshel
or
And
of
fine
brass,
a
flame
of
light
Halo
lekhol
shirayikh
ani
– kinor
With
all
your
songs,
I
am
but
a
lyre
Eykha
yavshu
borot-hamayim
How
dry
are
the
cisterns
Kikar-hashuk
reyka
The
market
square
is
empty
Veeyn
poked
et
har-habayit
bair
haatika
And
no
one
ascends
to
the
Temple
Mount,
in
the
desolate
city
Uvamareot
asher
basela
And
on
the
steps
where
once
they
trod
Meyalelot
ruhot
The
ghosts
now
fly
Veeyn
yored
el
yam-hamelakh
And
no
one
goes
down
to
the
Dead
Sea
Bederekh
Yerikho
On
the
road
to
Jericho
Yerushalayim
shel
zahav
Jerusalem
of
gold
Veshel
nekhoshet
eshel
or
And
of
fine
brass,
a
flame
of
light
Halo
lekhol
shirayikh
ani
– kinor
With
all
your
songs,
I
am
but
a
lyre
Akh
bevoyi
hayom
lashir
lakh
Today
I
came
to
sing
for
you
Velakh
liksor
ktarim
And
to
weave
crowns
for
you
Katonti
mitziyir
banaikh
I
am
too
small
for
your
sorrows
Umeakharon
hameshorerim
And
the
last
of
your
singers
Ki
shmekh
tzorev
et
hashfatayim
For
the
sound
of
the
turtledove
has
stilled
the
lips
Kineshikat-Sharaf
Of
the
cliffs
of
Sharaf
Im
eshkakhekh
Erushalayim,
asher
kula
zahav
If
I
forget
you,
O
Jerusalem,
let
my
right
hand
forget
Yerushalayim
shel
zahav
Jerusalem
of
gold
Veshel
nekhoshet
eshel
or
And
of
fine
brass,
a
flame
of
light
Halo
lekhol
shirayikh
ani
– kinor
With
all
your
songs,
I
am
but
a
lyre
Khazarnu
el
borot-hamayim
lashuk
velakikar
We
have
returned
to
the
cisterns,
to
the
market
and
the
square
Shofar
kore
be
har-habayit
bayir
haatika
The
shofar
sounds
on
the
Temple
Mount,
in
the
desolate
city
Uvamareot
asher
basela
And
on
the
steps
where
once
they
trod
Alfey
shmashot
zorkhot
A
thousand
lights
are
shining
Nashuv
nered
le
yam-hamelakh
We
are
going
down
to
the
Dead
Sea
Bederekh
Yerikho
On
the
road
to
Jericho
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