A songשִׁירof the ascents.הַמַּעֲלוֹתWhen YHWHבְּ יְהוָהbrought backשׁוּבthe captivesאֶת שִׁיבַתof Zion,צִיּוֹןwe wereהָיִינוּlike those who dream.כְּחֹלְמִים
Thenאָזour mouthפִּינוּwas filledיִמָּלֵאwith laughter,שְׂחוֹקand our tongueוּלְשׁוֹנֵנוּwith shouts of joy;רִנָּהthenאָזthey saidיֹאמְרוּamong the nations,בַגּוֹיִם“YHWHיְהוָהhas done great thingsהִגְדִּיל לַעֲשׂוֹתwithעִםthese.”אֵלֶּה
YHWHיְהוָהhas done great thingsהִגְדִּיל לַעֲשׂוֹתwith us;עִמָּנוּwe wereהָיִינוּglad.שְׂמֵחִים
Bring back,שׁוּבָהYHWH,יְהוָהour captivity,אֶת שְׁבִיתֵנוּlike the streambedsכַּאֲפִיקִיםin the Negev.בַּנֶּגֶב
Those who sowהַזֹּרְעִיםwith tearsבְּדִמְעָהwith shouts of joyבְּרִנָּהwill reap.יִקְצֹרוּ
Goingהָלוֹךְhe goesיֵלֵךְand weeping,וּבָכֹהthe one who carriesנֹשֵׂאthe bagמֶשֶׁךְof seed;הַזָּרַעcomingבֹּאhe will comeיָבוֹאwith shouts of joy,בְרִנָּהcarryingנֹשֵׂאhis sheaves.אֲלֻמֹּתָיו