Hatikva
Kol od ba-le-vav pe-nee-mah Ne-fesh ye-hoo-dee ho-mee-yah Oo-le-fa-tay meez-rakh ka-dee-mah Ay-in le-tzee-yon tso-fee-yah
Od lo av-dah tik-va-tay-noo Ha-tik-va bat shnot al-pa-yeem Lee-yot am khof-shee be-ar-tzay-noo Eh-retz tzee-on vi-roo-sha-la-yeem.
The Hope
As long as in the heart within,
The Jewish soul yearns,
And toward the eastern edges, onward, An eye gazes toward Zion.
Our hope is not yet lost,
The hope that is two-thousand years old, To be a free nation in our land,
The Land of Zion, Jerusalem.
ה ו ָ ְק ִּּתַה
ְּפִניָמה ַּבֵּלָבב עֹודֹּכל הֹוִמָּיה ְיהּוִדיֶנֶפׁש ָקִדיָמה ִמְזָרח,ּוְלַפֲאֵתי צֹוִפָּיה ְלִצּיֹוןַעִין ֵתנּו ְקָו ִּת ָאְבָדה ֹלאעֹוד ַאְלַּפִים ְׁשנֹות ַּבת ִּתְקָוהַה ְּבַאְרֵצנּו ָחְפִׁשי ַעםִלְהיֹות ִוירּוָׁשַלִים. ִצּיֹוןֶאֶרץ
