As long as deep in the heart
a Jewish soul still yearns,
and forward to the east
to Zion, an eye still looks,
our hope will not be lost
the hope of two thousand years
'Ud lo awdah tile vatems
Hatikvah bat shnot alpayim:
to be a free nation in our own home-land,
the land of Zion and Jerusalem.
Liyhot am chofshi be' ortremi -
Ertz Friyon vi'rushalayim.
My country, my country, my land,
my ancestors!
My country, my country, my nation,
in the land of struggle!
With determination, fire
Kol 'od balevav P'minah -
and my volcanic revenge,
I have climbed the mountains,
crossed frontiers
Nefesh yehundi homiyah
and fought the wars.
I've conquered the impossible,
with longing in my blood
Wfa'atey mizrach kadimah
and the roar of guns,
for my country, my land, my home,
Ayin le'trion tzofiyah --
my ancestors...
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