Awake, my esteem! Awake, harp and lyre! I awake the dawn.
And they came to Yerushalayim, with harps and lyres and trumpets, to the House of יהוה.
Praise Him with the blowing of the ram’s horn; Praise Him with the harp and lyre!
Therefore my heart was glad, and my esteem rejoices; My flesh also dwells in safety.
And now my head is lifted up above my enemies all around me; And I offer in His Tent with shouts of joy; I sing, yea, I sing praises to יהוה.
So that esteem might praise You and not be silent. O יהוה my Elohim, I thank You forever.
That I might come to the altar of Elohim, To Ě
Awake, awake! Put on your strength, O Tsiyon, put on your garments of splendour, O Yerushalayim, the set-apart city! For no more do the uncircumcised and the unclean come into you.
Break forth into joy, sing together, you waste places of Yerushalayim! For יהוה shall comfort His people, He shall redeem Yerushalayim.
‘For this reason my heart rejoiced, and my tongue was glad, and now my flesh shall also rest in expectation,
“Wake up, wake up, Deḇ
