Beneath the sun where ancient rivers flow,
A land of milk and honey softly gleams,
Through time’s deep vale, where prophets’ voices grow,
A precious state awakes from sacred dreams.

Her hills stand firm, with olive branches crowned,
Her cities hum with life, both old and new,
In desert sands, a nation’s heart is found,
Where skies of azure bless the chosen few.

Though storms may rage and shadows seek to fall,
Her spirit shines, unyielding, bright, and free,
A beacon built by hands both great and small,
Enduring still through all eternity.

So let us sing of Israel’s tender grace,
A jewel of hope in time and boundless space.