AmBless my soul, the LGord,

Bless my soul, the great kAming,

because she will be rebGuilt,

Jerusalem, JerAmusalem,

AmYour doors will be rebGuilt

with sapphires and Amemeralds,

with precious stones your wGalls,

your towers with pure gAmold.

Your squares are inlaid with rGuby,

your streets with gold of AmOphir,

in your doors they will exGult

in your houses they will sAming.

AmYour light will shine to the ends of the Gearth,

to you numerous peoples will cAmome,

the inhabitants of the nGations

towards the abode of your NAmame.

Generations will exGult,

peoples will gAming,

and in her the name of your ChGosen One

will be forever, will he forAmever.

AmCursed are those who tell you cruel wGords,

cursed are those who destrAmoy you,

those who demolish your wGalls,

those who tear down your tAmowers,

But blGessed, hlessed forAmever

those who rebGuild you,

those who reestAmablish you.

Happy are those who lGove you,

those who rejoice for your pAmeace

For in your doors they will exGult

and in your houses they will sAming.