Hear my prayer, O Lord and let my cry come unto You
Please don't hide Your face from me in the day of my trouble
Shma Yisrael you have not be forgotten
Oh your time is come! Time is come
Shma Yisrael you will not be forsaken
O the time to favor Zion, the time to favor Zion is come
For my days are like smoke and all my bones are in the furnace
My heart so stricken and withered I can't even eat my bread
For the name of the Lord will be declared in Zion,
And His praise in Jerusalem
This shall be written for a future generation to come
Who knows the time to favor Zion has come
And for a people yet created who might praise the Lord
The time to favor Zion has come