Aldiar Al Mukadisa - The Holy Land Of Israel
av harachman shma kolenu shlach ben david veyigalenu
av harachman shma kolenu shlach ben david veyigalenu
nashuv le'tzion ir kodshenu venishlot ba beyad rama
khavivi ya khavivi khavivi ya khavivi
ha'el ha'melech ha'rachman
yishlach meshicho ha'neeman
mizmor le'david, adonay roi lo echsar
bin'ot deshe yarbitzeni al-mey menuchot yenahaleni
nafshi yeshovev yancheni bema'agley-tzedek lema'an shmo
gam ki-elech begey tzalmavet lo-ira ra ki-ata imadi
shivtecha umishantecha hema yenachamuni
ta'aroch lefanay shulchan neged tzoreray
dishanta bashemen roshi kosi revaya
ach tov vachesed irdefuni kol-yemey chayay
ushavti beveit-adonay leorech yamim
The Holy Land Of Israel
Merciful Father, hear our voice, send the son of David to redeem us
Merciful Father, hear our voice, send the son of David to redeem us
We will return to Zion, our holy city, and rule there with a high hand
Beloved, oh beloved, beloved, oh beloved
The God, the merciful king
Will send his faithful messiah
A psalm of David, the Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters
He restores my soul, he guides me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies
You anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows
Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever