From the heights I see them like the rocks

Up on the hilltop towering

Lone and strong, enduring, and beyond

All the histories of the world.

Who can measure the children of Ya’akov

Countless like dust the number of their souls

Tell me will I be measured when I die,

By the laws of the justice they know.

Ki mei’rosh tzurim erenu

U’mi’gvaot ashurenu

Hen am l’vadad yishcon

U’va’goyim lo yitchashav.

Mi manah afar Yaakov

U’mispar et rova Yisrael

Tamot nafshi mot y’sharim

U’tehi achariti kamohu.