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Elie Lederman

        The Song



          that Won the War







              n   the   eve    of   Yom     Please keep in mind that this        and threatened to wipe out Israel .
              Yerushalayim,  come   take    song was first released at the Yom   With that, when you closely examine
      Oa fascinating journey with           HaAtzmaut  celebrations  that  year,   Shemer ’ s  lyrics,  one cannot  but feel
       me  of  the  poet  Naomi  Shemer’s   some three weeks before the Six-Day   that this song was prophetically
       celebrated song, “Jerusalem of Gold,” 1   War ,  a time of great anxiety for the   inspired ,  drawing from Biblical
       and let’s explore the wealth of Jewish   people living in Israel.   Am Yisrael   sources and envisioning Jerusalem ’s
       sources from which Shemer drew her   was genuinely fearful of Abdul Nasser   reunification as  promised by our
       inspiration.                         who had closed the Straits of Tiran   prophets .





                                                           ב ָ ה ָ ז ל ֶ ׁש םִי ַ ל ָ ׁשּורְי

                                      Jerusalem of Gold
                                                                      naomi shemer


                                                                                     ְ
       The mountain air is clear as wine  But as I come to sing to you today  ְ ךָל ריִׁשָל םֹוּיַה יִאֹובְּב ךַא  ןִיַּיַּכ לּולָצ םיִרָה ריִוֲא
                                                                                    ְ
       And the scent of pines       And to adorn crowns to you         13 12 םיִרָתְּכ רֹׁשְקִל ךָלְו     םיִנָרֳא ַחיֵרְו
       Is carried on the breeze of twilight  I am the smallest of the   15 ְ ךִיַנָּב ריִעְּצִמ  יִ ּ תְנֹטָק  םִיַּבְרַעָה ַחּורְּב אָׂ ּ שִנ
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       With the sound of bells      youngest of your children          16 םיִרְרֹוׁשְּ מַה ןֹורֲחַאֵמּו  םיִנֹומֲעַ ּ פ לֹוק םִע
                                    And of the last poet
                                                                                 ְ
       And in the slumber of tree and stone                       םִיַתָפְׂ ּ שַה תֶא בֵרֹוצ ךֵמְׁש יִּכ  ןֶבֶאָו ןָליִא תַמֵּדְרַתְבּו
       Captured in her dream        For your name scorches the lips        17 ףַרָׂש תַקיִׁשְנִּכ     2 ּהָמֹולֲחַּב הָיּובְׁש
       The city that sits solitary  Like the kiss of a seraph         18 םִיַלָׁשּורְי ךֵחָּכְׁשֶא םִא  3 תֶבֶׁשֹוי דָדָּב רֶׁשֲא ריִעָה
                                                                              ְ
       And in its midst is a wall   If I forget thee, Jerusalem             בָהָז ּהָּלֻּכ רֶׁשֲא        הָמֹוח ּהָּבִלְבּו
                                    Which is all gold
       Jerusalem of gold                                               ...בָהָז לֶׁש םִיַלָׁשּ ורְי  4 בָהָז לֶׁש םִיַלָׁשּ ורְי
       And of copper, and of light  Jerusalem of gold...                                         6 רֹוא לֶׁשְו  תֶׁשֹחְנ לֶׁשְו
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       Behold I am a violin                                           םִיַּ מַה תֹורֹוּב לֶא ּונְרַזָח  7 ְ ךִיַריִׁש לָכְל א ֹ לֲה
       for all your songs           We have returned to the cisterns          רָּכִּכַלְו קּוׁ ּ שַל       8 רֹוּנִּכ יִנֲא
                                    To the market and to             19 תִיַּבַה רַהְּב אֵרֹוק רָפֹוׁש
       How the cisterns have dried  the market-place                        הָקיִ ּ תַעָה ריִעָּב  םִיַּ מַה תֹורֹוּב ּוׁשְבָי  הָכיֵא
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       The market-place is empty    A ram’s horn calls out on                                         הָקיֵר קּוׁ ּ שַה רַּכִּכ
       And no one frequents         the Temple Mount                   עַלֶּ סַּב רֶׁשֲא תֹורָעְּ מַבּו  10 תִיַּבַה רַה תֶא דֵקֹו ּ פ ןיֵאְו
       the Temple Mount             In the Old City                  20 תֹוחְרֹוז תֹוׁשָמְׁש יֵפְלַא   הָקיִ ּ תַעָה ריִעָּב
       In the Old City                                                חַלֶּ מַה םָי לֶא דֵרֵנ בּוׁשָנ
                                    And in the caves in the mountain           ֹוחיִרְי ךֶרֶדְּב  11 עַלֶּ סַּב רֶׁשֲא תֹורָעְּ מַבּו
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       And in the caves in the mountain  Thousands of suns shine                                        תֹוחּור תֹולְּלַיְמ
       Winds are howling            We will once again descend         ...בָהָז לֶׁש םִיַלָׁשּ ורְי  חַלֶּ מַה םַי לֶא דֵרֹוי ןיֵאְו
       And no one descends          to the Dead Sea                                                       ֹוחיִרְי ךֶרֶדְּב
                                                                                                              ְ
       to the Dead Sea              By way of Jericho
       By way of Jericho.                                                                          ...בָהָז לֶׁש םִיַלָׁשּ ורְי
                                    Jerusalem of gold...
       Jerusalem of gold...



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