| I | |
עוֹד לֹא אָבְדָה תִּקְוָתֵנוּ
הַתִּקְוָה הַנּוֹשָׁנָה מִשּׁוּב לְאֶרֶץ אֲבוֹתֵינוּ לְעִיר בָּהּ דָּוִד חָנָה. |
Our hope is not yet lost, The ancient hope, To return to the land of our fathers; The city where David encamped. |
| II | |
כָּל עוֹד בִּלְבָבוֹ שָׁם פְּנִימָה
נֶפֶשׁ יְהוּדִי הוֹמִיָּה וּלְפַאֲתֵי מִזְרָח קָדִימָה עֵינוֹ לְצִיּוֹן צוֹפִיָּה. |
As long as in his heart within, A soul of a Jew still yearns, And onwards towards the ends of the east, His eye still looks towards Zion. |
| III | |
כָּל עוֹד דְּמָעוֹת מֵעֵינֵינוּ
תֵּרֵדְנָה כְּגֶשֶׁם נְדָבוֹת וּרְבָבוֹת מִבְּנֵי עַמֵּנוּ עוֹד הוֹלְכִים לְקִבְרֵי-אָבוֹת. |
As long as tears from our eyes Flow like benevolent rain, And throngs of our countrymen Still pay homage at the graves of our fathers. |
| IV | |
כָּל עוֹד חוֹמַת-מַחְמַדֵּינוּ
עוֹד לְעֵינֵינוּ מֵיפַעַת וַעֲלֵי חֻרְבַּן מִקְדָּשֵׁנוּ עַיִן אַחַת עוֹד דּוֹמַעַת. |
As long as our precious Wall Appears before our eyes, And over the destruction of our Temple An eye still wells up with tears. |
| V | |
כָּל עוֹד הַיַּרְדֵּן בְּגָאוֹן
מְלֹא גְּדוֹתָיו יִזֹלוּ וּלְיָם כִּנֶּרֶת בְּשָׁאוֹן בְּקוֹל הֲמֻלָּה יִפֹּלוּן. |
As long as the waters of the Jordan In fullness swell its banks, And down to the Sea of Galilee With tumultuous noise fall. |
| VI | |
כָּל עוֹד שָׁם עֲלֵי דְּרָכַיִם
שָׁם שַׁעַר יֻכַּת שְׁאִיָּה וּבֵין חָרְבוֹת יְרוּשָׁלַיִם עוֹד בַּת-צִיּוֹן בּוֹכִיָּה. |
As long as on the barren highways The humbled city-gates mark, And among the ruins of Jerusalem A daughter of Zion still cries. |
| VII | |
כָּל עוֹד שָׁמָּה דְּמָעוֹת טְהוֹרוֹת
מֵעֵין-עַמִּי נוֹזְלוֹת לִבְכּוֹת לְצִיּוֹן בְּרֹאש אַשְׁמוֹרוֹת יָקוּם בַּחֲצִי הַלֵּילוֹת. |
As long as pure tears Flow from the eye of a daughter of my nation And to mourn for Zion at the watch of night She still rises in the middle of the nights. |
| VIII | |
כָּל עוֹד רֶגֶשׁ אַהֲבַת-הַלְּאֹם
בְּלֵב הַיְּהוּדִי פּוֹעֵם עוֹד נוּכַל קַוֵּה גַּם הַיּוֹם כִּי יְרַחֲמֵנוּ אֵל זוֹעֵם. |
As long as the feeling of love of nation Throbs in the heart of a Jew, We can still hope even today That a wrathful God may have mercy on us. |
| IX | |
שִׁמְעוּ אַחַי בְּאַרְצוֹת נוּדִי
אֶת קוֹל אַחַד חוֹזֵינוּ “כִּי רַק עִם אַחֲרוֹן הַיְּהוּדִי גַּם אַחֲרִית תִּקְוָתֵנוּ”. |
Hear, oh my brothers in the lands of exile, The voice of one of our visionaries, [Who declares] that only with the very last Jew, Only there is the end of our hope! |
"Tikvatenu": the poem that Inspired Israel’s National Anthem, "Hatikva".
